As a little girl, it simply meant, not being in a jail.
Nor being so vicious, like pulling a cat’s bushy taul,
It meant summer vacations, and sharing our toys.
In those days, when it was OK to be a girl or a boy.
People of all colors came here from so many lands.
We celebrated our differences with music and bands
The flag of our country’s union, was for one and all.
We learned, if divided, this great country might fall.
Men and women went to fight in wars across the sea.
Many never came home, they died for you and for me.
I’d love to travel back to those days of sweet innocence.
With no clothes dryers, and roses behind a picket fence!
Fireflies glittered in star-bright, warm, summer’s nights.
Life was so simple then, as we all knew wrong from right.
6/1/2026