Go Play In The Dirt
I constant recall back when I was new,
And just a few years older more than that.
The memíoíries 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 Iíd 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.
Itís 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 Iíd 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 Iíll trade my futures in for dirt.