It’s a nice looking wall.
The plastic is smooth, clean and white.
And yes, it is tall
Yet,the mountain beyond has more height.
“So what,” you will say,
“If that fence keeps you in. You must know
How badly they play
In the streets and the fields where the other kids go.”
Your wall keeps you in
But you’re safe.” Then, you smile so sweet
While I want to begin
To pummel, pound, pout or stamp feet.
Of course I can’t say
Things about SAD or confined or bitter or rage
I’m flat. There I lay
Wailing into the sky and hear you explain, “It’s her age.”
I’d fly like an egret
Or dig holes like the moles in my lawn.
Now I envy their secrets
To travel wide far and away. I’d leave with the dawn
Except that darn latch is so high.
I’m stuck to this spot, like the sunflowers outside there
A prisoner of my own yard.
That gate just won’t budge unless grown ups decide there
To suddenly let down their guard.
Then, when they do, with a “Whoop,” and a “Whee!!”
I sprint for the gap in the fence.
It may not last long, capture’s sure — cause I’m three.
But freedom is sweet and intense.
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