Town Children
A town knows well its children, so busy midst the spin
To grant them lively comfort, with its never-ending din
A jungle of cement and steel that never stops to gasp
Pulsing with their fiery dreams so tight within its clasp
Mean streets to teach of wisdom so vital to this world
A window with realities thru which they're often hurled
This wealth of opportunities is offered them, although
Many wonders still remain, that they may never know
No peak on the horizon to bespeak the blush of morn
No peepers in the evening air, as spring is gently born
No moaning of the evergreens to whisper to the wind
No softly-silent snowfall as winter's moon has grinned
No perfect pastel break-of-day upon a meadow's dew
And not a single cricket song to say goodnight to you
Town children love the bustle, the neon glow and cars
Yet deep I cede them pity for they are short the stars
But kids are kids, incredibly, with so much love to give
Each one a miracle, unique, no matter where they live.
Written and submitted on October 5, 2019
For the "Town Children" Poetry Contest
Julia Ward, Sponsor.
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