When I was growing up
My town was my world.
I lived on simplistic joys,
Like a fairy lives on starlight.
Men with bad toupees reporting
Meant nothing next to a cricket
In a sun-grass, wonder-filled field.
Hundred-mile trips across the town
Explored new wonders.
At a roaring river
A million miles wide by a trillion deep
Gaggles of geese gurgle grahams
Thrown by laughing lots of little children,
And me.
Weekly trips to Daddy's house
Meant an enormous field of fun
With many games in the backyard.
In bed I would wonder where we
Would go on the next day
But now I wonder if I'll ever go back,
Or has the joy-filled door been closed
By time and age and comprehension?
No, for my town is my world
Forever.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
Post a Comment
Be the first to comment on this article!