Brooklyn, New York is the place of my birth and the home where my heart will forever remain. Brought up and taught both at home and at school, from Bushwick to Siegel, Evergreen, Cypress Hills.Though many the years, no matter how far, I will always return as my memories lie here.The smells, sights and sounds remind me today of all that I miss when I am away.On lovely tree lined streets with dark grey slate sidewalks, from dawn until dusk, oh the games we would play.Skelzie and yoyos, red and blue tops, stoop ball and stick ball, freeze and hopscotch. We would ride bikes and skate round the block all the day ending with Double Dutch, always the fav.Oh! Brooklyn, my Brooklyn, a child’s delight. You will always be fairer in spirit and sight for wonderland greater, never was such. A place to spin dreams for the rich and the poor, the accomplished speak volumes at home and abroad.Your beauty and charm are alive in your folks who bring life to your neighborhoods, houses and parks. The renewal of Brooklyn is restoring it’s past, giving way to a future it will always outlast. In all of my wanderings and throughout all the years I will never forget you, for my heart remains here.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
I remember my childhood and teenage years with great fondness. Brooklyn was truly a magical place to grow up in.
Why write? I write because I am: Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live. Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference. My intention: To poke, prod and provoke! "Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde