Where no one was concerned to see
A young girl walking down the street alone.
Sometimes I would go down to the creek.
My mother warned me about that place.
She said that it wasn't safe
For little girls to go there alone.
I wondered why and went anyway.
I'd go to sit on logs
And look at wildflowers.
I would pretend I was in a jungle
Far, far away
and I'd follow trails for hours.
On steamy summer days,
When I was older,
My friends and I would swim
In the murky water
With all our clothes on,
Even tennis shoes
So our feet would be safe
From snakes and sticks.
We'd emerge from the brown water,
Our clothes clinging to our wet bodies,
And walk to the chlorinated pool,
Only a stones throw away
To use the showers.
How strange some must have thought it was
To see three teen-age girls
Soggy and slightly rank
Stroll into their sterile environment.
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