Growing up Concrete

I don't know of grass, or planted
seeds that bring fourth trees,

I don't know of suburbs with their
green lawns, or woods filled with
Fawns,

I have never milked a cow, or for
that matter a goat,

I have never taken a roll in the hay,
to sow my wild oats.

What I do know is, brick, mortar,
and concrete,

of skyscrapers with their elevators
that reach the smog filled sky,

farmers markets, that have all you
can eat.

I know of cool city nights, with my love
on tar beach,

Of pounding concrete, morning ,
noon, and night,

Riding subways, and crazy bar
fights,

of N.Y. Yankees, and Shakespeare
in the park.

Do you know these things?

Theses things for me mean,
Growing up Concrete.

— Eduardo Cruz, Oct 02, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: New York City, N.Y. Spanish Harlem, USA

Favorite Poets: P. Neruda, Jose de Diego, E. Dickenson, R. Frost, there are many more, but these had the greatest influence...

Critiques

infinite_dwarf

17 years 8 months ago

Aye that I do....

Spent over 20 years there. Wasn't in the City, but it was in the lower Hudson Valley. Will be returning there shortly! It takes a special sort of person to appreciate NYC. Which borough are you in, then? ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- "If you've ever emptied the back of your pickup truck by driving backward really fast and slamming on the brakes, you might be a redneck" - Jeff Foxworthy Bill Engvall: "that's how we moved"

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 8 months ago

Manhattan

If your go to live in NYC, then the place to be is Manhattan. It's so full of life, like an ant hill non-stop motion. thanks, Eddie PS hey Jess, why is it when I post a poem it never appears as new?

infinite_dwarf

17 years 8 months ago

Manhattan, eh?

Pretty big anthill, mate, though I smile at the analogy. Have you tried hitting refresh or F5? Sometimes it takes a couple minutes for it to do its thing on the main page. I've had that happen a couple times - shows up in Stream, but not on the page yet. I give it a moment, and then hit refresh, and zing! there ya go. Hope it helps - if not, Andrew's the fella to talk to. He's the techie guru for the site. :~) ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- "If you've ever emptied the back of your pickup truck by driving backward really fast and slamming on the brakes, you might be a redneck" - Jeff Foxworthy Bill Engvall: "that's how we moved"

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 8 months ago

refresh F5

thanks Jess I'll try that Eddie

Nature Mithya

17 years 8 months ago

Poetry in life

Many of us can't do things which others can do real well. But we do things constructively is all that really matters. The thoughts and form are good and quite enjoyable. In short: great.

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 8 months ago

Nature,

that's exactly the point, thanks for stopping by, it's appreciated. Eddie if a man does not know love, he does not know God

rider68

17 years 8 months ago

Great account

I really engaged with this, i could feel that questioning of experiences not felt, Best Regards, Peter ~~~"I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday, and I love today."~~~

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 8 months ago

Peter,

thanks, I'm glad that you engaged with the reconizeable experience. Eddie

Barbara Writes

17 years 8 months ago

I know not any of this

Smiles:) Barbara I know not none of this, but I like reading about it. superb writing here. one question, did you intend to put a period after love?

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 8 months ago

"Love" no period.

Thanks for the correction Barbara, Tar beach is the roofs where we take sun, or have secret rendezvous at night, It's so pretty on a starry night, I figured that you might not know that. Thanks Barbara for the superb. Eddie

Barbara Writes

17 years 8 months ago