Can you tell me, please
where is the sandbox?
The one that wrapped around me
and shut out the fighting
and became the Cloud World
where girls and boys flew
and laughed and no one grew up?
Or maybe you remember the woods
that smelled so sweet of pine
where sparkling water
tumbled over ancient rocks
and Indians waited to carry me
back to where I really belonged?
How about the old one room library
where I was a princess, or a warrior
and traveled to ancient Persia on a carpet
or went with Farley Mowat to discover
the great North? Do you know that library?
I can't find these places.
How did I lose them?
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