Re-blogged from:
Community – A Poem
by Ann Winfred from Coming of Age Croneicles
In bygone days,
Neighborhood folks gathered on porches
Touched the world and each other
Nodding, smiling, calling out.
Sprinklers caught sunlight in rainbows.
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In bygone days,
Inner-city folks gathered on stoops
Shared stories of days and dreams
Laughing children, posing teens.
Music seeped through open windows.
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Now days,
Plastic bags dance past shuttered houses
Blue light mirrored in faces
Caught in worldwide gossamer
Sojourners in shared illusion
Neighbors of a global village.
