Escape

I choke inside your malls

The food courts stink 

Of the relents of cheap junk food

I'm out of breath in your  busy streets 

The grey or blue sky is too far

The roaring traffic noise is deafening

One cannot think properly

A walk turns into a cacophony

The town is booming

Holes are filled with metal 

Flowing concrete is poured

From an endless line of beeping trucks

All around new developments 

Are eating at every crumb of space 

Higher always higher

I have only one idea

That keeps me going

Escape to the trees 

The vast paddocks

The swift river

Where the air is fresh

And the galahs can be heard

Home where my heart beats

And my mind is at rest.

Lucette C. Bailliet 

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