There Are Always Play Things

There are always play things out in the yard So you never need to stay bored for too long; On the grayest, most somber day of the year, There's spider web kites you can fly, for a song And dandelion sparklers, to light up the air. There's butterfly wings, made of stained glass; Red berries, that the fairies must have left there There's helicopter leaves, that fly on fall winds- The Silver Maple always sets them to sail, And tumbleweeds tumble, from wherever they're sent And fat spreading mushrooms; from heaven that fell; The mushrooms inverted can float the lagoon Till they get caught on the half rotten log; And a fat frog will sing there, his only known tune And share with you, his admiring bog. (with apologies to Emily Dickinson, for the use of her wonderful phrase)