Someday there will be, <br /> and this I can foresee, <br /> ... a time when I will graze on life, <br /> ... a time for riding free. <br /> <br /> Using as my ladder, <br /> that which I despise, <br /> to take me to the summit, <br /> of my mountain's sunny skies. <br /> <br /> I will free myself from drudgery, <br /> and forced rising day to day, <br /> I will free myself from from business life, <br /> ... I will free myself for play! <br /> <br /> It seems to me that there is more to life, <br /> than fashion, clicks and cars, <br /> more to life than politics, <br /> more than work and bars <br /> <br /> There is love and sun and fishin', <br /> and laughing in the night out loud, <br /> as we find out who is ticklish... <br /> and who is really of the crowd. <br /> <br /> It's just a dream, but everybody has it, <br /> to stop the daily strife, <br /> I long to leave the city, <br /> and graze the pastures of my life.<br /><br />Barry Van Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pastures/
