When Country Visits City...

 On Sunday we visited the city our middle daughter lives and works in....

She trades the rural panorama of meadow and stream

For glades of steel and concrete where sky-scraper spires gleam

And past her window hastes a never ending symphony

Of traffic noise that rushes like a river to the sea

And where a country night is tucked beneath star-studded deep

Her night dazzles with lights and sights and sounds that never sleep

No ribbit-ribbit lullaby, no wild forget-me-nots

Here towers almost touch the sky, here flowers bloom in pots  

Here mother looks a little lost and daughter leads the way

When country visits city for a bitty holiday

© Janet Martin

Whenever I go to the city I feel a little like the country mouse😁

 (mid-video begins the part of the story where country mouse accidentally ends up in the city)

how do I know this?! perks of childcare😉
plus, I love Beatrix Potter stories!