Remember the woods in our backyard?
It always scared us, then and again
When our dreamy, exploring minds
Craved fantasy and wonder.
I can’t imagine a yard without life
Breath, Wind, Sun, Space abound
Childhood creativity impossible
Without room to grow
Spaces to fill with predictions
Amass the ideas into a collective
And share with the world with a
Yell, scream, shout from the voiceless.
I loved childhood when life was