I love the cities that are kind,
Dispersed, whose roads don't wind,
Like global neurons firing cars in time.
Every inch of the city is a detail, defined.

Traversing the roofs to see the grand design,
In the midst of the people on the street sometimes,
My mind is,
Ever craving the next jump and climb.

And I love the country too.
Neighing horses, wide sky, blue,
Darling streams and trees to boot.

Lasses there are quite the beauts.
Over mountains, the sun peeks through,
Violets, roses, morning dew.
Everywhere God paints my view.

Or maybe the suburb calls,
Friendly neighbors, pets and all,

Rambunctious boys and girls with dolls.
Happy Halloween in Fall.
You lie there, when in bed I crawl.
My life is peaceful, all-in-all, like
Evenings lovely, draped in rainfall.