Picket Fences
Walls made of wood
And the roof was the sky
Gates lead to mystery
But we never asked why.
Our back yard was big
It was our whole world,
And we filled it with the imagination
Of a dumb boy and a clever girl.
When dad built that sandbox
And filled it with sand,
We built worlds for our toys
And towers so grand.
How could a little wooden box
Be so amazing and cool?
The thing got even better when
Mom and dad put in a liner and made it a pool!!!
Little worlds for children,
Microcosms of play
And make-believe
Too bad, too bad one cannot stay.
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