It won't be long, little boys.The back yard will become your paradise.
The Mason Bees will become your friends.
The porch's wind chimes will become
the music you play by.
The holly and snowball and laurel will shade you
from the sun.
And you'll be free
to be.
3 comments:
Ah so lovely. There is nothing like the outdoors to a child!
I just love that poem. It perfectly evokes the carefree nature of childhood summer days. Lovely.
Bees as friends? No way!
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