My Son
My son sits in the house
on rainy spring time days
Imagining the fun
he will have under the sunny rays.
My son finds bugs
and toads and frogs
And squirmy little snakes
that live beneath the logs.
He walks along the stream
that’s hidden in the trees
And returns with muddy shoes
after every stormy breeze.
As my son goes walking
down the street
Who do you think
that he will meet?
To the man who was
walking his dog today,
He asked if the dog
had time to play.
The man said he must
hurry back home.
He had to feed
his big dog Jerome.
He and his dog would
return to play ball,
But the man said that
my son might be too small.
My son saw the kites
flying in the sky.
He asked if he
could give it a try.
They said the wind
was so strong today.
A little boy might
get blown away.
My son saw the geese
walking along.
The honking sounded like
a joyful song.
Don’t get too close,
a boy with no bread
Can be in danger
with a goose that’s not fed.
My son climbed up high
into a tree.
He said he was looking
at a strange looking bee.
He thought He would climb up
and then right back down,
But he decided to stay
he could see the whole town.
My son got tired
and came home to eat.
He said after lunch
he had some friends to meet.
He met his friends at the park
and played on the swings.
They made up stories
of all types of things.
First, they imagined
they went to the moon
And ate huge piles
of ice cream with a spoon.
In their thoughts
they went to a farm
And played in the loft
of an old barn.
They went to a city
and climbed a high tower.
They were able to return
in less than an hour.
They lived in the past
and rode on horseback.
They decided to help build
the first railroad track.
They went to the future
where cars were like planes
And walking around
was very, very strange.
My son is having fun
and learning while he plays.
As his dad, I want to be near
to help him through all his days.