Just a country boy
From lonely country cricket nights
I wondered into city lights.
From country grass and country feel,
Into valleys of glass and steel.
From country music foot and tap,
Into whirling lights and city wrap.
From country food grits and beans,
To food dispensed by weird machines.
From hay rides in the country night.
To sofas and apartment lights.
From country cider and country mash,
To Irish whisky or any stash.
From getting up at rise of sun,
To sleeping through till day is done.
From gleaming white of snow on snow,
To dirty mush where cars would go.
I think I prefer the country boy,
To all this fancy hoi polloi.