Town Children
Ten children have been snatched from our small town
this century from unlocked homes and yards.
We never go outside to play unless
a grownup goes. Sometimes life seems so hard.
At school recess is twenty minutes long.
If we’re not good, we have to stay inside.
So we are REALLY good! We need to play,
to feel the sun and breeze, see birds that glide
above us as we make the best of time.
At home we have our tv’s, phones, and toys.
We play inside with doors and windows locked.
We’re pale, like many other girls and boys
who gaze out windows wishing they could be
like kids of long ago who played outside
for hours at the time in bright sun’s rays
and roamed in groups so freely far and wide.
FICTIONAL (not true in my town--but in some towns!)
Written September 10, 2019, for Julia Ward's Town Children Contest
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