{ OT WritingAJOURNAL WITH WDC project 4}

A childs domain

When I was a child



I would wander



Over fields and meadows near my home



Amongst the wild grass and flowers



I would roam



Oh how the hours would pass



Making buttercups and daisy chains





All dressed up to visit the past



To those meadows and long grass



In place are buildings tall and drab



Live children vast



Where the wildflowers no longer grow



And they have nowhere else to go



And they have nowhere else to go.








{Mary Ann MCPhedran}