Though some people I've told they've said to me to such places people go to for to die <br />We are going to the distant Village the cat and the old Dear and I <br />A Village surrounded by brown paddocks with the smell and the bleatings of sheep <br />We are going there for only one reason the houses to buy there are cheap. <br /> <br />A Village in the middle of nowhere that never will grow to a Town <br />Without many trees and lacking in beauty and without any claim to renown <br />Far from where the huge surf waves are rolling I will miss the roar of the sea <br />And I will miss the cries of the sea birds and I will miss the coastal Country. <br /> <br />Yet some very positive people well travelled as well as Worldly wise <br />Say the change of scenery will be good for me and I'll see the World with fresher eyes <br />And that I'll get used of my new surroundings and in the Village make a friend or two <br />You'll have distant mountains to gaze on and you will grow to like the view. <br /> <br />I was raised by northern mountains far inland from the ocean shore <br />By an old stream that rippled through old fields that had it's source at Claramore <br />I have travelled a bit of the World though others more Countries have seen <br />I will get used of life in the brown Country where only the gum trees look green. <br /> <br />I am going to the distant Village with our ageing cat and my old Dear <br />Surrounded by brown and bare paddocks where saltwater is nowhere near <br />And I will miss the roar of the surf waves and I will miss the fresh ocean spray <br />And I will grow old in the Village the Village from here far away.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-going-to-the-distant-village/
