A Child of the '60s

I remember the green grass, leaves of the trees turning brown. Walking down the stream not caring that gold lay at the bottom. Fishing at the dam a stick a string and a hook loaded with bologna. Laying Pennies on the railroad track, waiting for the train. Walking through the junkyard enthralled by all the mangled metal. Playing football in a field of mud after the heavy rains. First time I had french fries, hot and salty from the golden arches. Watching cartoons from the playground at the drive-in theater. Free from the worries, free from the traps of greed. All I have left, is the grass turning green, and the leaves turning brown.