In between writing stories I still try and throw in the occasional poem. There has been some concern in the papers lately about how trusting children are with strangers - despite the 'stranger danger' message that is continually repeated at school and at home. If you were lost, would you ask for help from the only person on a deserted street or would you just keep walking?
Communities have grown so big these days that people no longer look out for each other, they walk on by rather than get involved. To help someone invites suspicious looks. You can see thoughts running through their heads about what your motive could possibly be - ignoring the fact that you might simply want to help. An ulterior motive. Everybody must have one, don't they?
The poem below has only just gone up on Readwave. I hope you enjoy it.
A writer - I think that says it all.