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Friday, April 8, 2016

The Last Childhood

Somewhere
in the not too distant past
boys
and girls
ranged free  

Outside
through meadows
of wildflowers
and
grasses

Spinning wheels
and spokes
pumping
legs
and lungs

Fish hooks
kites
kittens
campfires
night hikes

Rustling through
autumn leaves,
packing snow balls
dreamily dancing
through springtime showers.

Free living
free growing
baked by sun
tempered by play
straightened and true

But Now Shackles
are penned
on each child
before
they walk.

Electronic games
tracking devices
simple-minded
feel-good
entertainment and education

Have sucked
the youth
out of childhood
and we are
the weaker for it.

© Copyright 2016 Marty Vandermolen 

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