The girls in my back yard
Are running to and fro:
They’re dashing through a sprinkler,
High-pitched laughter as they go
The grass is green and rich,
The fence is high and far;
There’s tea out in the sun that’s brewing
In a big glass jar
My wife is at my side,
We’re looking out the door;
And from where I am standing
I could not want anymore
The girls in my back yard:
My God, I love them so —
Though they grew up and moved away
So many years ago
And with these same red eyes
That see my long-dead wife,
From this back door, I still can view
What used to be
My life
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Lookin’ Out My Back Door
Look out your back window or door — describe what you see, as if you were trying to convey the scene to someone from another country or planet.
Lovely. No sweeter sound to my ears than children’s laughter (even when it’s driving me crazy). 🙂
Lovely, Owen…and unexpected. I’m reblogging it. Judy
Thank you.
Reblogged this on lifelessons – a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown.
great to see everyday scenes with children coming into poetry