The Rural Truth

PAD Challenge 12: For today’s prompt, write a myth poem. 

Reinterpret a common myth, create a brand new myth, and/or mention a myth in passing.

Because there's so much to see and do in the country!

Some think that country-life offers endless monotonies

No malls, fine entertainers, restaurants, art galleries

Some wonder what we rural-bumkins find to do for fun

And while it may be true this life is not for everyone

I’d like to take a minute to debunk misconstrued myths

And perhaps change your mind about the way country-life is

The aisles/isles we walk are woodsy; skylines seem to have no end

Earth’s fashionistas grandly sport the latest, timeless trend

Where we become refreshed, not weary, on a spending spree

That needs no cash or credit; there is no admission fee

To the world’s greatest art gallery you will ever find

Wisp of wild grass etched on a canvas eth’real as the wind

And if we need to pause perhaps, to sit and rest a bit

We will be entertained by feathered choristers that flit

Among the dark and light of leaves where breeze-brushed sunbeams strum

The strings of willow cellos to the beat of shadow-drums

The food we serve is garden-fresh and at our fingertips

Bloom-bistros cater to the bumbling bee, tipsy with sips

The brook-beribboned vista, summer-steeped or autumn-drained

Or winter silver-white stirs sheer delight hard to explain

With never enough poetry or hours in a day

To spell all that there is to spell before it slips away

Where sweat and toil sweetens the spoil of hillside picnics, oh

And credits dot the big-screen sky after dusk’s colour-show

…and often we are dumbstruck by the grand simplicity

Such as the silhouette at sunset of a leafless tree

Or starry, starry nights where black and white the land, sleep-kissed

Is like a still-life painting set where time does not exist

But, just like anything, no matter where we choose to visit

We have to make the time to take it in
 or else we miss it

© Janet Martin