A City Ditty by: Hobbes2485
If a building was a tree and concrete the sea, I’d be full of glee. If people were deer and stairs a pier, I’d give a little cheer. But if you pretend and comprehend, the world can simply blend. You see, home is neither here nor there but quite possibly; everywhere. For a photo can transcend to mend a city to be relatively pretty. But if I may, I’d like to say; I’ll take the country any other day. Because buildings won’t grow and concrete can’t flow -People don’t graze and stairs hardly amaze. Now that I think of it, I know I hardly fit and home really is the place I’ll embrace. But until then, I can still envision this tower’s precision and pretend this person is just another verse in this run-on poem, to show’em life is never the same when someone isn’t in the middle of the frame. So, even if you find yourself in the city, remember this little ditty – "Make it black and white and find a space that’s rather tight. Grab your camera and have some fun, pretend you’re Jason Peterson."