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:
Some of us go to our graves with our music still inside....
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JB
Wonderful poem! It has a part of the noble saddness... which makes you stop and think..
Anton
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