57th Street · The Art of Poetry

57th Street

If sidewalks could talk

and memories could walk

they would take me to a place

down on 57th Street

The train ran upon a wall

below children played softball

spent hot summer days chasing butterflies

and warm summer nights catching fireflies

we played street games like red light

rode up and down the street on our bikes

never afraid for our life's

or someone doing a driveby

we jumped rope and played hopscotch

and sometimes we played hit the top

In the Wintertime we had more fun still

building snowmen in the big ballfield

Life was a child's dream

and every child should sleep

and find themselves living on 57th Street.

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