The World Today

  • March 24, 1998

I gaze into the endless field of grass.
At tall mountains
covered with green lush trees.
I see rivers, ponds, and fields
all within my back yard
waiting for me to explore.
Alas, I cannot.
They’re building a freeway
right through my yard.

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