Written by Marissa Sulmeisters, ESLLC 2016-2017
New York, Los Angeles,
That’s where everyone wants to go.
Statue of Liberty
Go see a Broadway show.
With their hustle and bustle
Just aren’t right for me.
Take me to clear blue sea
Or a forest with miles of trees.
No, those cities make me want to cry.
Away from the clean air and the warm sun.
How could that possibly be fun?
Imagine if those cities
Become every city.
Because that’s the path we’re on.
Goodbye backyards, parks, and nature preserves.
They’re shrinking every day.
Where will we be?
A world covered in garbage
Even more than we are now.
There will never be quiet.
There will never be peace.
Disease and pollution galore.
Personal space will be no more.
People dream, plan, and strive
To be a part of these “beautiful” cities
If only for a little while.
Because they too notice the change.
And long for a better home.
At least I hope so.
Perhaps they are too caught up in the awe
In love with the lights,
caught up in the daze.
As for me, I’d rather be where I can see the stars
As for me, I’d rather be where I can get dirty not be dirty
As for me, I’d rather be where people are secondary.
No I don’t want the city.
I don’t think you do either.
We know it will only lead to problems.