So Very Young In 1961 Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reminiscing about memories of younger days, play-
ing with my sisters and brother.

We were always together no matter what, running
through the desert, climbing Papago Mountain -
Hole in the Rock.

Looking out over the city, towards the tiny down-
town area of Phoenix, yet so very young in 1961.

Corruption was around, but no where like it is
today, a simple and easy life in the desert.

Playing, discovering all kinds of treasures every-
where we looked, eyes always catching on something
sparkling from the desert rocks and floor.

Their sparkles tempting us to pick them up, bringing
them home with us to be used as treasures for our
Barbie dolls whenever we played with them.