Fields of green now turned red,
black & grey,the places we used
to play,now the fields of green
only in patches the green has
gone away.

We used to play in the long
tall grass, in the trees I would
stay for hours each day. But
then the trees fell one at a time
like dominos till on the floor
was dry wood and leaves that died.

Then the grass had its turn,
torn up family to wild life no
more, replaced by brick mortar
and wood, once the trees we
played in now no more.

Are innocent play time gone
for ever frozen in brick and
stone, the long grass that
tickled are feet and faces,
now trimmed and square
now owned by others who
call it home.