Running in the sun with a terrier named Queenie
Gathering morels under a blossoming apple tree
Standing still as a stick hearing the hum of a bee
Many years ago, these were childhood images of me
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In so much more vibrant detail you have captured what I was attempting in my 'Sense of Smell' and 'Spent My Youth in an Alley.' You have added answers to the question of where have all those kids gone who used to play safely outside; digging in the dirt and making up their own games. Some are also being carted by parents from one 'playdate' to another. The girls seem anxious to get back to their Barbie ipods loaded with Hana Montana, and the boys back to their controlers for their video games. Tom
A nostalgic poem that isn't over-sentimental - I completely share your point of view.