The end of summer

**This poem takes place in the late 1800s**

"come on Rosie let's go to town" 'Rosie smiled instead of a frown.

Finnaly she can leave that giant white house, 

she's tired of being an indoor mouse.

The nanny smiles and gives her a kiss,

lets her know that she will be missed.

Mama gently grabs her hand,

Rosie wants to explore that outside land.

Watching through windows as life rolls on,

too young to be someone until life rolls on.

The summer air hits her face, 

the cool breeze makes the trees wave.

Summer flowers are strong and in bloom,

she wants to go to the park soon.

"Mama mama can we go?"

Anything for her little angel she shows.

Skip down the sidewalk not a worry in mind,

life is beautiful rosie will find.

Into the park mama lets her play,

if she could she would stay all day.

Climb the tree and play in the dirt,

not much to do but she makes it work.

A wall of trees hold her back, just like the rules,

she silently laughs.

Look back to see that mama's not watching,

sneak into the woods at the rivers crossing.

The feeling of excitment rushed through her body,

time to explore, time to be naughty.

She sees pretty birds and little creatures, 

the new fasiniation was exciting to her.

New emotions fire up like a lighter, 

God's green earth is the only igniter.

Then she feels something touching her head,

stops in her tracks with feet like lead.

Look up and see a man hanging there,

feet danging in the air.

Catches her breath and she can't scream,

look into his eyes and feel the pain.

A fresh noose aroud his neck,

body torn, body limp.

She suddenly screams with held back air,

she doesn't know why, just that shes scared.

Mama covers her eyes, mama grabs her away,

Rosie hears of a lynching that day.

What does it mean, she doesnt know,

years go by before she knows.

It's not fair what they did to him,

her kin don't care that there are more like him.

Rosie cries for the lost man,

and this is where summer ends.