Rosie Cheeks

When did the children stop embracing The wind in their hair Downhill racing, bright orange skies With no due care When did they all go home and scrub up their smiles No longer free spirits to roam With hours to while Away with friends down by the railway track Find a new hiding spot Sharing cheap wrappered snacks Whispering secrets And a fight for their space What happened to good ole fashion dirt Smeared as a memoir, now Replaced By sterile little ones Squashed within dry stone walls Electrical wizardry Beats, muddied deflated balls Why did the children decide now To stay at home No longer free spirits Til dusk out to roam No longer bicycles skipping ropes And girls chewing gum High heels on tiny feet Impersonating mum No longer unkempt hair pursing their friends No longer blood brothers Promised to the end Poor little ones gaze at a two dimensional spot Wish they'de step outside Rosie cheeks the vision that time forgot