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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.
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