But they found the country
Even more frustrating.
Dirt was almost everywhere.
Meadows were not truly flat.
Farms looked patchy
Fields disjointed
Birds looked different from bees!
Smelly odors in the air!
Weather without thermostat!
Mountains were not truly pointed.
Leaves kept falling off the trees!
They rushed in fevered perspiration
Back to crowded burghs and boroughs
With comforting electric light
And concrete paths and furrows.
And swore never to venture
Even one foot out
In this
Or any other century.