Hold In Cauld Field... <br />stay in inocence, <br />is that what you meant <br />Mr. Salinger? <br /> <br />stay in the sphere, <br />that all of you constructed, <br />the building that you made up for us, <br />but even the tallest Babel tower <br />can fall upon us. <br /> <br />even the most beautifull <br />and perfect cage, <br />made of gold or love and care, <br />it's still a jail, <br />and we, young people, <br />always try to break away. <br /> <br />nine months, and eighteen years <br />that's all it last, <br />then we're by our own, <br />in this people eating world.<br /><br />Roberta James Mitchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holden-cauldfield/
