Cold Spring Street

Cold Spring Street When I was young I could walk far on sidewalks For it was a different time then. Corner to corner Across the busy avenue Up Prospect Hill and down the long street. But when I was late to return The walk seemed longer The street was longer and Shadows were pasted on the houses I passed. The Hill became a mountain that Made me skip down, maybe run And the Avenue was lined with endless cars Blaring headlights Going fast The sidewalks now had big trees With darkness around the sides That caused my eyes to jump As I walked faster with beating heart Sweating With a short run I reached my corner, Now my door.