A gentle wind now lifts the leaves
That nestle in the buildings’ eaves
There are no children in the street
I hear no sound of running feet.
The parks are carpeted in grass
Manmade of plastic rolls en masse
The rain has melted all the snow
The runoff has no place to go.
What kind of world is this we see
Man’s vision of pretend-to-be ?
I look around what do I see
A world that’s built on fantasy
It’s all about the vampire’s touch
Super heroes, witches and such.
While Spiderman or rich Bruce Wayne
Are concepts both wild and insane
Star Wars, Aliens and Doctor Who
Bewitched, Bedazzled, through and through.
I find my world is quite enough
I’m not yet ready for this stuff
I fear for what may be in store
Seems true, nothing’s real any more !
| M | T | W | T | F | S | S |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |
| 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 |
| 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 |
| 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 |
| 29 | 30 | 31 | ||||
Claire V. Bogdanos 