THE COUNTRY CHILD

THE COUNTRY CHILD  

  Irene  Thompson

My  home is a house

Near  a wood

(I’d  live in  a  street )

If  I could )

The lanes are so quiet ,

Oh, dear  !

I do wish that someone

Lived near .

There is no one to play 

With 

At  all ,

The  trees are so high

And  so tall;

And I should  be lonely

For  hours ,

Where it not for the birds

 And the  flowers .’

I wish  that I lived

 IN a town

 To see all the trams

 Going  down

A  twinkling  street

That is  bright

 With wonderful  coloures ,

At night .