Backyard Adventures


	Backyard Adventures Boys and shovels digging for gold, What wonderful fun each shovel-full holds. With hopes and dreams and memories to make, They choose the spot their treasure to take. With excitement running at fever pitch, The boys made plans of being rich. With shovels churning and dirt flying in the air, They have no worries scarcely a care. Though gold or jewels are not to be found, You can tell they’re happy just from the sound. Dirty and happy and tired just a bit, They hear someone say it’s time to quit. From the magical hole they tear themselves away, Making new plans for the very next day. JRS © 6-18-01 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved