A New Crop
By Robert W. Cluney
A group of young people walk along the street. Their dress is an odd assortment of mini-skirts, granny dresses, blue jeans, bright shirts, shoes, sandals, bare feet, long hair and beads.
Their speech sounds like something from another land. Full of wow and groovy man.
Is this what the future of a nation is depending on? Don't judge them too quickly, remember apples are judged in the fall, not in spring.