OK I'll read three more all right.
This is slightly lighter poems called "Country Girl."
When Gail and I were in Europe a couple of years ago,
we spent a lot of time in large cities just touring around
and she found--
I believe she found that there was a conflict.
You know, she wanted to be in an exciting place was
a big city then when you're in a big city there's
too many people and you feel crowded out
and you feel anonymous, you feel like there's no--
there's no room for you to be yourself.
And the poem is about that conflict called "Country Girl."
When she was a child she could fly,
there was that much room in the air.
In the city, she drags her wings behind her
in a sack lined with dried grass.
She has to look up to see the sky and on the horizon,
faces beckon, hesitate, then let her go.
Her desire for loneliness contracts,
she stays outside rubbing its heart.
The rushing crowds press into her,
"where are they all going?"
She asks.
"Is everyone looking to find a place in this mess?
I want my place," she says dropping her sack,
"I want my place."