Town Children
They don’t know the joys
Of riding a grapevine in the woods
And they can’t make the noise
Made by kids in rural neighborhoods
They don’t know the joys
Of picking wildflowers for mother
Or playing with woodland toys
Sometimes not even with one another
Town children are a lonely sort
With only their relatives for support
They don’t know the joys
Of a piggyback ride across the lawn
Given by one of the boys
Before the bright flowers are gone
They don’t know the joys
Of running as fast as their pup
Or seeing the garden he destroys
After he gives a whooping yup
Town children aren’t so much fun
Some never even hit a homerun
They don’t know the joys
Of sitting out on the front porch
Without any need for poise
Simply because you have the urge
They don’t know the joys
Of waking up at the crack of dawn
Forgetful of all that annoys
Happily giving the sunshine a yawn
Town children don’t have a clue
What other children come through!
September 12, 2019
Town Children Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
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