American The Post Office Poem by James McLain

Little-known children adults who can are you
dark blue skies cobalt blue reverberating sounds
heard round the world
inside out every child remembers back both when.
Boston paper books of when you were
Seeking the first wooden aeroplane honors medals
even more than welcome here
when every child a comic book and glass eyed dolls
Amazing even down to small detail
American the death of their grandparents dreams.
Once for a nickel you could travel around the world.