I should be out in the green fields
With the sun or the wind on my face.
Not stuck in front of a grey screen
Get me out of this place!I was made for the outside,
Not for an office chair,
Plunge me a spade in good soil;
Release me, take me there!Preserve me from office murmer
I long for the song of the birds.
This is no way to labour
I desperately need fresh air.Dress me up in rough clothes;
A good pair of boots and a hat
I wasn't made for an office suit
Had more than enough of that.Pack me off, I'm an old man
Leave me to root in the soil
I wasn't made for this soft handed life
I want to get out there and toil.I feel such a sense of connection
Finger deep in good soil
I wasn't made for a chair bound life,
Don't want to be here at all.
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Third Verse: More Poems from Andrew Green
PoetryHighest #55 in poetry. Like my previous collections Third Verse is a mix of moods and styles with a mission to entertain. I keep it light and good humoured if I can but there's often a message there too.