Go Play In The Dirt

 
I constant recall back when I was new,  
And just a few years older more than that.  
The mem’o’ries of then are quite a few,  
A slide show from the backseat where I sat.  
 
With all the travel Mom & Dad would do,  
And learning of the sights we went to see.  
No matter where I was from home, in lieu,  
There always was the sun right where I’d be.  
 
Wherever I would go, nature would smile,  
With welcome leafy arms that never hurt.  
The tomboy that I am would laugh awhile,  
I always loved to play in mud and dirt  
 
I got to thinking lately, what has changed,  
Since years ago, of all the countryside.  
It’s more than just a few things rearranged,  
The grass & trees & earth have all but died.  
 
Where all the open spaces used to yawn,  
For miles & miles, the curvature of Earth,  
Now concrete; everything that was is gone!  
I never thought I’d see the day from birth.  
 
The way I have to live, what have I got,  
A garden hose that trickles with a squirt?  
Such sightings rare of flowers in a pot,  
I think I’ll trade my futures in for dirt.