I grew up near a sheltered glade
But where I once hid in the shade
A granite concrete jungle stands
Encroaching on the once green lands,
Where has my childhood playground gone?
The trees are silent and withdrawn
I still remember their whispers
Who stood laughing through all weathers
That gentle smile no longer shows
They stand bereft, forlorn, morose.
A half of them is withered, bare
The other half no longer there,
Planked and stacked along those walls
Where tender spring rain doesn’t fall.
Farms were torn down, homes erased,
The people, animals displaced.
Our neighbor’s dog who loves me so
The nesting songbirds, had to go,
We stole blackberries from their hedge
Eating them off the rooftop ledge.
The field where daisies used to glow
Is shops above, garage below.
My school bus stop is now a store
Where people throng for gains galore
The baker’s fresh muffins and bread
Is plastic wrapped, stamped and packaged.
And instead of wild races home
Are paved roads where strange faces roam.
I can no longer see the stars
A patch of sky is all that’s ours.
A passing glimpse of the white moon
And stray sunlight streaming at noon.
I reminisce, long days recalled,
The here and now and then and all..
I crave for the fresh breeze again
To run barefoot in grass with friends
But here the memories are lost
In progress earned at childhood’s cost
And on the bleak skyscrapers grow-
But where did that place I loved, go?…
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