Every child should have a beautiful backyard to play in. I did. There was a huge maple tree to give plenty of shade and dirt under it to dig and make little roads for toy cars and lots of rocks and twigs for pretend houses. I remember a white painted trellis with fragrant vines growing up and over. White board benches for dolls and doll buggies. A picket fence around the yard with a little gate so younger brother would not stray. Little plastic dishes and cups for the lemonade and cookies. I never tired of the soft green grass – so nice for bare feet. A sprinkler to run through screaming and shrieking. A Popsicle to drip over if we picked up all the toys and had not argued. The above picture is what my house looks like years and years later. Why the new owners painted it brown I do not know.
The picture above is where I live today. Nothing back there but a bunch of cactus, a snake or two and a bunch of deer. But I never tire of looking at the view of my backyard.
The bird with feathers of blue
Is waiting for you
Back in your own backyard
You’ll see a castle in Spain
Through your window pane
Back in your own backyard
Oh you can go to the East go to the West
But someday you’ll come weary at heart
Back where you started from
You’ll find your happiness lies
Right under your eyes
Back in your own backyard
FOWC – Tire
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