Where Are the Children?

slender woodland star

While we drink in the beauty
of yellow violets and woodland stars
carpeting the Wahlstrom Hollow trail,
millions of children are eating Cookie Crisp cereal
and watching Thomas the Tank Engine
chug through another day.

While we watch the first forget-me-not
open her little face to the sun,
the nations’s teenagers are resting up
from a late night of blasting enemies
to smithereens in the latest version of Mortal Combat.

While we spy a single yellow bell
and mountainsides of arrowleaf balsamroot,
children are locked in their houses
safe from predators
while their parents are working.

While we try to avoid stepping on
spring beauty and ballhead waterleaf,
while we sit on a log munching Cheetos
(a goosefoot violet at our feet)—
we wonder:
where are the children?


About Judy Grigg Hansen
I write poetry and nonfiction, and I am passionate about the people, places, and wildflowers of Idaho and the Northwest.

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