Poetry Assisgnment

A Community I Knew Well

Walking everywhere we went,
School and church around the corner,
The beach nearby.
Playing on the street 'til dark,
Running errands for your mother.

The streets become empty at dusk.
Children play,
Supervised in their yards.
Safety in numbers.
Trips to the beach in cars.
Gone are the carefree days,
Innocence replaced with fear.

by Maureen Jackson