I use the sidewalk most of the time,
that’s what I’m told.
If I walk in the street so sublime,
I might be thought old.
When I was a child we used the pavement,
back then there weren’t walks
we could stroll on the left side, no argument,
while having one of our talks.
I would walk to school with her everyday,
she’d talk about the fall,
how this reminded her of favorite days,
the year would begin for all
the kids that summertime left behind,
we were now another
year older and ready to grind
our minds together.
When I walk I often think about those times,
with her, my wise mother the teacher,
in the classroom she taught so many lives,
on the street she taught me to be sure.