evening poem, september 20, 2014

Walking To School


In the first years there were no sidewalks.

We walked to school along a dusty path that ran along the blocks

Under the shade of the maples

The worn smooth avenue interrupted now and then

By the gripping, arthritic roots.


The older girls

Sixth graders

Seemed like women

Long hair and dresses

And the feeling of security and order.


The neighbors did not complain of our tramping

The front of their lawns.

They said “Our children go to school”

Meaning the children of our town go to school.


They watched us from front windows

Early morning and early afternoon

The parade of the town’s pride.

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