I love you
Like all kids
I liked to walk barefoot
Earth and Rigs tickled feet
How lovely was feeling
Here-there, run-climb
Everything, trees-walls
Our limits hunger, thirst and sky
Filled with hope was each child
Our shirts torn so were pants
The shirts white; pants black
For our pants rubber-band
Grownups, cummerbund
Grandma behind us
Cursed, shouted to call us:
"For how long must I come? "
We knew what she meant
"You slide on the walls;
It's not horse, it is rough.
Tears your pants making holes
It can wound your skin.
"It needs patch."
What we wore was cotton
Winters wool, thin summer or of hair
All we wore were natural
And when old were buried
They became food for life
Turned to worm, beetle, fly
Finally became fruit
We ate it and enjoyed
Shoe, shirt, pants, whatever
Nothing was so harmful
As we use in these days: gadgets-tools
Even caps, of course shoes
Hello mom
Respected mother Earth
Once again from heart; "I love you."
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