The Return of the Rustic Boy

Still a rustic boy, still non urbane,
Partly posh and partly plain,
We never leave our roots behind,
They make us either cruel or kind.
-A country boy - I’m proud of mine.

No joke to get your life to rhyme,
To keep your head and heart in time,
‘Tis poetry though if you succeed,
To satisfy your earthly need.

The neatest trick’s when you have found,
Your feet are firmly on the ground,
Yet still can hold your head up high,
To savour all twixt earth and sky.

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