The City Man

He’s been to lake and forest depth

      And grown a coat of tan;

He’s whooped and hollered and he’s been

      A reg’lar Indian.

Old clothes, heart free, life’s been a joke,

      Forgetting ways and men;

But when he nears the town he looks

      The city man again.

One day a romping country boy

      Anear to nature’s heart;

Forgetting, in the simple life,

      The cunning of the mart.

Next day he’s breaking camp and off

      To busy hives of men;

And stepping from the train becomes

      The city man again.

Aug. 31, 09