Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

the concret jungle

by paul rooney

back again in this concret jungle
what a stupid silly bungle
already i wish i could fly on eagles wing
back to that isle were my heart does sing
but all i  sees the liver bird
in this land of concret i feel absurd
born among green roliing hill
and free to roam be that my will
alas now held captive by walls of stone
in this land thats not my home
so not strange that i feel my heart break free
and fly across the sea to thee
wrap the green flag round me so
because of roaming once more i go

Added: 20.04.2009

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