My Country Roads
©2012 LaDena Campbell aka justateacher
Childrens laughter; Can you hear it?
Footsteps padding down the hall
"I'll come to your house after chores!"
You hear the young child call
Children playing; Can you see them?
Rope swing hanging from the trees
"Tag, you're it!" and other calls
Can be heard through the breeze
Sudden calm; Can you feel it?
Quietly, the wind is whispering now
As it weaves through the top of the grass
Still, not making a sound
Rotting wood, moldy brick; Can you smell it?
The old school tumbling to the ground
Is it only me, or can others see
The treasure that I have found
Anticipation; Can you taste it?
As the workers replace the fallen walls
Rejuvenation, excitement, even fear
Can be heard in the workers calls
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