Brick by brick

Laid down to father's perfection

Now we can play

Tall tree at that time 

I knew not what kind

Oak perhaps

Not oak, pine

Red brick

     Sand

           Dirt

               Grass

White and yellow

House

Let's play

Pine cones

          scattered

A smile comes

Over me

Sun shines

Old rusty swing set gone.

Papa had a hard day at work today

And he was home

New addition to landscape

To us his offspring paradises' door step

Our club house under the pine so tall

That my sister and I could gather pines

Mak...

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