Strolling through Westside 
Park one day,
I saw fourteen white children all playing in the
Sand.
All were accompanied by an elderly white
Man.

 
As I sat down in a swing unfolding my
Newspaper,
A shiny red wagon pulled up beside
Me
Being pulled by a lean, devious, looking white
Woman.
At each end of the wagon sat a small white
Child;
In the middle, sat a a handsome, clear complexioned, little black
Boy.
Sharply speaking in a sarcastic
Manner,
This woman spoke to
Me.
A dry hello was my response in
Return.
As she continued East, on this park's 
Walkway,
I watched the four of them until they were clear out of
Sight.


An hour in a half later, these four people passed me
Again.
As they headed West this 
Time,
I noticed that the handsome, clear complexioned, black boy was
Missing.
In his place was a red skinned freckled faced white
Boy
Who wore a big grin on his little
Face.
This woman continued Westbound with an elevated
Head.
Remembering this woman's earlier expression towards
Me,
My mouth dropped 
Open
As I stood on my feet
Waiting for an expected 
Explanation.
Though, this woman continued on in her whimsical
Manner,
And didn't even bother to look back at 
Me.