Our Backyard

Our Backyard

Climbing trees as high as we could go
Waiting for a cool breeze to blow

Splashing in the waters of the creek nearby
Throwing stones just to watch them fly

Conquering nations atop tall banks
Sword in hand and guarding the flanks

Sliding down hills on a cardboard sled
Carried by leaves of yellow and red

Riding crooked trees that were wild horses
Fashioning guns from wooden sources

Two sisters sharing few store-bought toys
Making up games and our own joys

A backyard as wide as the woods we lived near
Creating memories we now hold dear

Pat Nelson
June 16, 2008

This poem is dedicated to my younger sister, my favorite playmate.