The smell of fresh cut grass and the boys of summer have been a staple of America for generations. Popcorn, hot dogs and the seventh inning stretch defined a part of who we are. No longer does this enamor us, as editorial games of political intrigue have come to center stage. The 3/2 pitch has been replaced with the political sound bite. The crack of an Ash wood bat has been over taken by the sound of a judges gavel. We have gone from watching The Lazy Days of summer pass quietly, too political Carnage that we watch Daily. With the 24/7 news cycle, once Monumental Heroes only receive a few seconds in the day. Unless they're caught in a drunken stupor or have made an unwanted *** tape. innocence has been taken away, and the old Skipper with his hat pulled down has been replaced by teams of lawyer, that argue the will of the people to the ground. So will we ever return to a simpler time, or will we continue to drown in the political mire. When did America's innocent pass time, give way to this political nightmare?

The cover is cracked and worn. The pages have turned yellow with age. The tear stains mark the pages that were read most often. The name of the book has faded and only the word holy remains. Inside of the cover, those who were redeemed and those who have gone are written. Four generations have dog eared the pages and yet the words can still be seen. Just like Jesus my old bible has been broken, so that the world could not break me.

Buildings reach to the sky and glisten like diamonds in the Sun. Streets are straight and Broad, trees abound everywhere. The lands are green and Lush and you can see the bottom of the rivers. Children of all Races run and play together. Highways are open and little in the way of traffic can be found. Nations have no borders and no poor are left behind. The skies are a dark blue as people talk openly one to another. Sickness is no more and crutches Wheelchairs and walkers sit at a memorial that their purpose may not be forgotten. I sit quietly on a park bench and look around at what great things can be. If only others could share this vision of the world with me.

Howling and beying, pulled in among the thorns. The prickly Breyers scratch and cut an unsuspecting Hound that's caught in a rut. Chasing that brown rabbit through a meadow and the grassy field. The rabbit scampers safely into a Briar Patch that will not yield. The Relentless Hound backs out, a skin full of pricker Breyers but none the worse for wear. The dog just sits and beys as the rabbits off laughing somewhere.

I can be curious and I can  be Bitchie. I can be obstinate and I can be loving. I can be uninterested and I can be arousing, so just patiently love me. Some days I don't like the hair on my toes and some days I can't stay inside. There are times when shoes are optional and I want to show my Wild Side. So if you are willing and strong enough to take this trip you see. Then in time you will get to discover all of the different parts of me.

Forgive me for where I have been and what I may have done. See me as I now am, and look at what I may become. Like a rare flower I need to be nurtured, but I can be stronger than you know. Given the chance I will grow into tomorrow, just be patient and watch me go. Stand firmly with me and miracles you may yet see. Give me a chance and you will be rewarded as you get to see who I can truly be.

People rage and rant at each other. Civility has disappeared and has been replaced with anger. We advance so rapidly that we have lost touch with each other. We used to sit and talk for hours, now we tweet and post. In short blurbs and emogies we try to communicate, but we really are not saying anything. Our barrier used to be our language, now it is not trying to understand each other at all. We isolate ourselves and cultivate followers instead of life long friends. Though our social circles may have been small, at least we knew we could rely on each other. Now we do not know who our neighbors are and our own family has become a strange to us. We fight with each other and fight with ourselves. The world is coming apart at the seams. Perhaps it would be better if all the technology went on a vacation and peace were given a chance again.