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
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.