PrintMay 14, 2009
America 2035 (a poem)
I knew a country long ago
Where you could say what you wanted to say.
You could work where you wanted,
Your ambition undaunted,
And you could pray how you wanted to pray.
It’s an era we’ll never retrieve.
Young people now will not believe
That that fairy tale land
Is the place they now stand.
Their minds simply cannot conceive
Of a time out of mind,
But my memory can find
Those happy days.
The music still plays
When I close my eyes and remember…
Mimi Evans Winship
