“Backyard Ways”

As pinwheels spin colors,

Polka dot buckets

Fill with muddy water;

A nearby train rockets

Outside of town.

Tiny feet on a secret path worn down.

Cool air brushing cheeks

Two stuffed up noses,

Ready for snack time sweets

After stones find piled poses.

Pine needles, maple leaves-

How many acorns are on the ground?

Little hands collecting under trees.

Muffled bird sounds,

We listen with care.

Puddles under feet;

Stillness in the moist, heavy air,

Where sticks become magic treats.

Backyard wonder

From child’s eyes-

Another rock to look under?

How many animals can we spy?

All the while time whirls round-

A tempting maze

That we won’t go down,

Sticking to our backyard ways.

Finding pause

In the universe laws.

Letting us rejoice,

Nature’s fine voice.