Tuesday, December 20, 2011



When I Was a Boy

Some trees I know,
like so many people,
aren’t even from here
but they sing
and dance
and make everything
happier.

When I Was a Boy
more than half a century ago
The woods in Arkansas
sang
and sometimes danced.

People there sang, too...
and danced.
I thought all people did.
Some don’t!
Pity...


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Some of us go to our graves with our music still inside....

agape'
JB

Anonymous said...

Wonderful poem! It has a part of the noble saddness... which makes you stop and think..
Anton