Remember Poem by Alyssa Marquardt

Do you remember,
When the bright red leaves that fell
were rivers and lakes,
or currency of our very own far away land?
When war was a game we played with little orange guns
That murdered our sorrow as we collapsed into a field of dreams.
We could stay forever,
In the warmth and comfort of black stillness and bright, glowing stars.
Each star: a story.
Each moment: a memory.
When nothing could hold more life
Than that dead old tree.
We'd climb to the end and hang our feet over the edge of the world.
Spend ALL day fishing for pinecone pearls.

Rolling down hills so fast like lightning McQueen.

When all the things that are now so small,
Filled the lenses of our horizens.
And all the things that are now so big,
Didn't mean a thing at all.

Cartoon characters we once praised!
Are hidden below the brown pedistols we use to preach,
To teach the things we know and love.

I crawl across a white room full of plastic chairs and remedies,
Trying SO hard to scream above thier voices,
They tell me to pull my head out of the clouds,
To make some choices.
Well guess what? !

I choose to sit right here....
And remember those days when time stood still.