#347 Wake Up Poem by Jimmie Arrington

Wake up
The view has changed somehow
The wall no longer divides
Wake up
The night was once much quieter,
Hearing only the crickets and breeze

Wake up
The roads were much further
The lights were much dimmer
Wake up
Where are the sprinklers now?
Where is John Clare's voice?

Wake up
Where has the peaceful air blown?
Where has the solitude gone?
Wake up
I've lost the hidden walkways
I've don't see a playground here

Wake up
I've been here by myself many times
But I've never been alone til now
Wake up
Nothing is the way it was
The dream I dreamt is over

Wake up