A Little Boy’s Backyard

Hidden holes 

Balls popped 

Boys running

Never stop 

Play sets tipped 

Toys scattered 

Broken sticks 

Clothes tattered 

Boys yelling

Always climbing 

Dogs barking 

Bug finding 

Messes everywhere 

Far from civilized 

God, print this image 

Deep into my eyes 

When it’s quiet again 

Never let me forget 

My little boys’ backyard 

And the love that filled it