What Belongs to Memory and Children

the land belonged to us
from home to school
from morning till dusk
the land belonged to us

the park and it’s trails
with the roots hugging
and fish swimming by
turtles nipping the air

the land belonged to us
the flowers and the apples
the tunnels and the dirt
the bugs and the frogs

barefoot, sweaty, or wet
rain or shine on our land
from home to school
it’s dangers in between

the land belonged to us
no one can take that
those summer days
stuck between ages

where silly children
owned a silly world
of brick and dirt and
tree and grass and home

that land, belonged to us