Running in the sun with a terrier named Queenie br Gathering morels under a blossoming apple tree br Standing still as a stick hearing the hum of a bee br Many years ago, these were childhood images of me br br Wadding in a rippling flow below the culvert-bridge br Scooping polliwogs, squatting low at stream’s edge br Freckle tiger lilies watching near the cresting ridge br A dragonfly glistened as it hovered, granting knowledge br br Apple trees no longer blossom with the hum of the bee br Fruit trees are bulldozed down as young rabbits flee br Leveling an orchard to build upon… land naked of trees br A habitat for new dwellers in prefab houses with TVs br br The Disney Channel is where young children now explore br Mesmerized with fingers clicking on a computer keyboard br Contained in a sterile domain, bolted behind a solid door br I see the changes as time advances; I am a child no more br br 12708br br Theresa Ann Moorebr br