Doctor Grandma

The tree frogs sing their memories

when kids ran freely in the street,

rode their bike to the nearest tree,

climbed up as far as they could see,

and went to Boy Scout meetings.

There were no gangs or gunshot wounds,

where kids are running from police,

riding bikes to the nearest tree

to hide behind it, or to flee,

so they won’t go to jail.

The tree frogs sing their memories

for you and I to clearly see,

and create something better.

cfblack 5-21-2014

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