i remember when this was just meadows
not a condo or strip mall in sight
just a colorful flash of birds' feathers
and the flit of a young child's kite
but change fluttered in with the winter wind
and onion seeds came along too
before i had reached my childhood's end
fragrant bulbs frequently grew
these days the smell from the flour mill
brings the answer to every boy's prayer
when crossing the field with your kite in tow
the bagels, sweet bagels are everywhere
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