The Children's March

It started out at the church. We marched to the park, where we sang and danced. The firemen opened the hoses on us, but we did not back down. We no longer feared them. Dozens by dozens, we were arrested. But yet, we still did not feel fear. I sat in the jail house, waiting for freedom. Not only freedom from the jail, but freedom from segregation. 3 days later I was released. Kids just kept coming in and out, never upset though. We still sang and danced.