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