As I looked through the windowI could see the fieldsFields of my childhoodWhere I would run wild and free
The warm sand under my feet
Tiny face, tiny noseTen little fingersTen little toesWith every dayAnticipation growsWho will he…
In a small roomWhereAll summer longYoung childrenWill learn aboutInsectsAnd butterfliesInvasive species…
I opened the box in front of me and discoveredA bundle of memories wrapped in a ribbonStored away long…