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Where I Am / Where I Want To Be
by Nancy Pawley
copyright 07-26-2003


Age Rating: 7 to 127

  Where I Am / Where I Want To Be
Picture Credits: By Robert Betts

The overpass is filled with traffic; cars, motorbikes and exhaust-spewing 18 wheelers
Horns are honking, radios blaring hip-hop rap, the noise of shifting gears

My usual drive down Ledo Road, towards Michaels, Wal-Mart, and the mall
Sensory overload at Nottingham stop-light; moving inches, noontime crawl

I grind my teeth; proceed with caution as pedestrians cross the street
They don’t bother looking left or right, they don’t miss a jaywalk beat

Cause they are headed to the Wyndsong Cinema, sixteen different movie shows
They give you dirty looks; that ‘run me over dare’ as they hold their arms akimbo

It’s not so much that I hate city bustle, the rushing life spawns agitation
Heat, humidity, tempers flaring; I need peace and quiet to ease the aggravation

Miles away from the middle of nowhere, just around the river’s bend
Writing poetry, painting pictures, playing piano; creative pleasures never end

Take me back to simple living; red dirt roads and air that’s been washed clean
Apple trees and fields of grass, a place where I can touch heaven’s framework scene

Two story wooden house with a white picket fence and a gate that’s always open
To family, friends, and visitors; ample love has no abbreviation

Days and nights move at a slower pace, my self-reality full aware
That each breath taken really matters, every heartbeat is an endless prayer


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10-31-2003 Emily Garwood    

really nice poem


07-30-2003 Denny Sisson    

Such a vivid picture you paint. I loved it
Denny


07-28-2003 Moses Hochstetler    

Excellent execution on this poem, Nancy. You led us through the jangle of modern city life, and left us feeling refreshed and longing for what we once had. I thoroughly enjoyed.
Moses


07-26-2003 Gregory Christiano    

Great description of how opressive the city can be and how peaceful and serene the country is. I have the best of both worlds. I work in the city and live in the country. Well crafted poem and a nice restful ending!


07-26-2003 Janet Owenby    

Excellent Nancy sure made me miss the simple days of my childhood.


07-26-2003 Lyle Berry    

Superb expression. A simpler time, a simpler place...I have nostalgic longings for such a realm..
Warm Regards,
Lyle


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