A Country Boy Poem by Bob Gibson
A Country Boy
I travelled from the country, . passing haystacks by the score
I dreamt of city life and the people who had more!
I wanted to be the one of them, when photographs were taken
no longer wearing overalls, a country boy forsaken
I caught the bus, we never used, the one that’s once a week
I cringed, as the conductor/driver said, is it fortune that you seek?
I held my head up, not a grimace did I display,
but looking back i sence, my heart gave me away
it seemed an eternity, , lights flashed before my eyes
the endless fields and railings and towns I did despise
we came into the city, this world captured my heart
the flashing lights and grandeur, now of which I'm apart
my bag in hand at the station, no one to welcome me
I overcome this loss, with the thought, 'that i am free'
I pass the down and outs, . begging for cents and dimes
I throw in twenty cents and wish them better times
I wander the city streets, motels beyond my price
not wishing for a palace, just for somewhere nice
my bag was heavy, the night was late, tiredness overcame!
it seemed everywhere I trudged the price was just the same
no hay barns here, no croft or chicken shed
no cornfield, or willow bank, no place to lay my head
my burden it got heavier, as I trudged from place to place
my ears deafened out from the dregs of human race
a cold six o clock in the morning, I saw the bus again
and jumped aboard with gratitude, tiredness and pain
sleep came very soon, exhaustion more to say
as the driver, conductor said, fifteen dollars to pay!
it’s the best fifteen dollars I've ever spent
city folk ask thirty, just for a room to rent
I hid my bag, dad scolded me, and asked why I was late
I told a lie, and said, Dad! I'dve been out on a date
Learning through experiences Not in everyone’s basket Stretching within the mattress Not within the restrain of all. Lessons learnt in time Saves energy and excels Hard earned awareness Soothe like taste of honey. Reading this poem is my share of honey. Thank you.
Love it Bob. So many people think that city streets are paved with gold. I'm a country girl myself and cities terrify me. Irene : -)
A great poem Bob, the countryside is indeed a special place that we should all appreciate. Best wishes, Andrew
a 'dating' so bad not to to have once again...wonderful ending there, Bob...good poem 10
This is such a wonderfully worked out poem on how, as someone before me already pointed, the grass is alwsys greener on the other side of the river. The runaway boy, with dreams of a utopia in a city, realises that it is the life in the country-side, the place in which he was born and brought up is the place for him to be. One may also feel that the poem is about comfort zones, and misconceptions about the (highly misunderstood notion of) 'great expectations'... A fine poem..
Wonderfully poem and excellent work! I liked it very much and enjoyed reading, and I am particularly mamzed at the refreshing style, rhyme, meter, and idea that you wove into a masterpiece of a poem. 10+++++++++
A nice journey with a happy ending. It is better to try than not to try at all even though the consequences might argue otherwise. You accomplish a certain finesse with your rhymes.
excellent poetry, pertfect rhyming, wonderful rhythm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A great story, Bob. A great lesson learned. The grass on the other side is usually not really as green as it looks at first glance. Thanks for sharing. Richard