.
Shades of blue peeking through gray
Spring is here and outside we’ll play
First thing I’ll do is hug my tree
It’s waited alone all winter for me
.
In my backyard under that tree
Is my most favorite
place to be
Swing’s on one side, sandbox the other
And a house above for my big brother
.
I’ll fly for a while on my swing
And listen to the birdies sing
Then to the place I love the best
Where I can build castles or take a rest
.
My sandbox is this magic place
A shipwreck beach or planet in space
It’s a summer toy box in my backyard
And cleaning up is never hard
.
Though last summer we made a big mess
I played in the mud in my best dress
We found a small puddle, my friend and I
The last thing needed for our mud pie
.
First scooped with shovels, most was spilled
Thought of a bucket, then soon filled
A couple pails and puddle’s dry
But the sand’s to soupy for our mud pie
.
So we dug in the yard to get more sand
The sand was brown, squishy in hand
But it was fun, mushy and wet
A sandbox time we’ll never forget
.
Then my brother jumped in with a splash
Mud flew high, our clothes where trash
Then mom came out, we thought she’s mad
Till she hosed us down, now we’re all glad
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