It’s World Poetry Day, so today’s slice is in the form of a poem. All week I’ve been taking full advantage of authors who are so generously giving their time through videos, webinars, and Facebook Live sessions. This poem was inspired by Ralph Fletcher’s “Writing with Ralph” which he hosted via Facebook on Wednesday and Friday this week.
Sometimes I remember the good old days
when there were only a few channels and no Internet
So no constant barrage of scary news coverage to make us panic
We played outside all day long, running from house to house
All over the neighborhood.
The streetlights glowing to life our only timepiece.
Not worried about dirt-streaked faces and skinned knees….definitely not concerned about washing the hands that dug up worms and braided strands of grass.
We weren’t practicing social distance
We were daring Red Rover to send someone else over.
We were running relay races, not running to be the first one to get all the toilet paper in the store.
We were too busy to be afraid
we were just playing
We had nothing to fear because life was good. We were good.
I still can’t imagine anything better than that.