Lemonade stands have almost gone. Tug-of-war with the dog, over a bone.
Skates have turned into those inline things, all these subjects memories bring.
No yellow brick road, no happy trails. Who was Mr. Greenjeans, my memory fails?
Turn off the screen, let the children play. Cancel that appointment, let them create their day.
Go back to the treehouse, jump rope for fun. Teach children to use their imagination as they play in the sun
A wonderful poem - and it brings back memories. I think the children nowadays are missing a lot.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with you! Great poem.
ReplyDeleteAs you know, I adore your poetry. It is REAL!
ReplyDeleteLove it!
lovely poem. i agree with the sentiment.
ReplyDeletecute lil girl
ReplyDeletenice one Paula