The grasslands and hillsides of the western expanse
Continue to isolate despite man's advance
In technical gadgets and cellular gear,
Designed for inhabitants of modern frontier.
The sheer open spaces can simply transcend
All manner of contact one tries to extend.
With many reclusive, spending lifetimes alone,
Preferring escape from what society's prone,
The violent nature of the urbanites' lives
Depicted in newscasts with their guns, chains and knives.
A rural, unruffled ranch homestead or farm
Can keep their contentment from coming to harm.
Most city folks live their industrial lives
Without thinking twice about how one survives,
As citizens go they are mostly sincere
And care about neighbors and friends they hold dear,
But living in backwoods or on desolate land
Is simply so tranquil they would not understand.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.