The city

Threads of blue showing through,

a little green, some flowers too,

that vie with people, mostly grey,

shuffling all the live long day;

trapped in this dull and drab machine 

with precious little time to dream;

A small eternity contained

where none dare break the binding chain.

Yet though the city may not know

the jackdaw from the clever crow,

or how from field to crowded shelf

the country brings its untold wealth; 

there is a magic to be found 

on every corner, all around;

Where fortune's fate is bought and sold

and all the streets are paved with gold.

Reviews

[Frank]

L1 is three feet

L4 suggest: 'who shuffle through and find their way' - or something like it, keeps the iambic and conforms to 4 feet plus rhyme

Its very good, you show the discipline and order in the modern society and then explain that although they are in a way trapped never the less they enjoy the comforts of a city, not knowing much of the wider world that bring sin the wealth.

Very nice read

[Ruth]

Beautiful! The woven connection to all existence, beauty is there if only we see it xo

[Ed Hart]

wordsworth composed his upon westminster bridge; this is lovely and powerful too