OUT in the open, the wide sky above, <br />And the green meadows stretched at my feet; <br />Out in the open, midst scenes that I love, <br />Where the rest hour is soothing and sweet; <br />Out in the country, where nature's at play <br />And the wild Sowers look up with a smile, <br />I am hurrying now for a short holiday, <br />I am going to rest there a while. <br /> <br />Into the city, where life isn't dead, <br />An' there's something a feller can do; <br />Where hundreds of people keep forging ahead <br />An' runnin' right plump into you; <br />Where there's hustle an' bustle, an' something to'see, <br />An' you never get lonesome nor blue; <br />I tell you, the city's the fine place to be, <br />An' I 'm goin' when ploughin' is through.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-viewpoints-2/
