Walked I now upon concrete path in town,
Crisscrossed here and there with poles of brown,
Wires black, and stacks that belched like clowns;
Buildings dark and squat gave good Earth an ugly frown;
People passed, eyes avert, unsmiling, looking down;
I felt no joy on the concrete path in town.
Upon hard bench I sat, no music thrilled the air,
No child’s laugh or lovers’ sigh, no, nothing, nothing fair,
No flowers bright or sparrow’s song, all had flown from there;
I pondered as I sat, sorrowed by man’s life, threadbare
Of God’s delights and starry nights, excitement, wonder, dare;
Oh, how I longed for frog and granite shore, and music to thrill the air.