that is mine
that road that you
fenced in and let
grass grow
you have a piece
of paper that says it
belongs
to
you
but it is mine
you may not know
that i walked and
rode my bike
and buried treasure on
my way from home to granny's
you may not know that i
whispered to trees and
ran my hands along their bark
leaving little girl secrets
to grow in their rings
i don't blame you
grown-ups don't understand
little girl dreams
and whispered secrets to trees
they understand property lines
and deeds
and fences
and keep out signs
such is the reason
i have not hopped
the fence
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