A Place To Play
It was a place to play,
with trucks and cars,
buckets and boats and mason jars.
We built castles with moats,
and drawbridges,
high atop great mountain ridges.
We would dig deep ditches,
and long tunnels,
then fill with hoses and funnels.
We'd carve out a deep pit,
and fill with brew,
and dance around like witches do.
With some firecrackers,
we could explode,
toy soldiers like a landmine load.
We were not very rich,
but rather poor,
and this can't be bought in a store.
Now as I'm thinking back,
I'm happy still,
cause I grew up... with a dirt hill.
It was a place to play,
with trucks and cars,
buckets and boats and mason jars.
We built castles with moats,
and drawbridges,
high atop great mountain ridges.
We would dig deep ditches,
and long tunnels,
then fill with hoses and funnels.
We'd carve out a deep pit,
and fill with brew,
and dance around like witches do.
With some firecrackers,
we could explode,
toy soldiers like a landmine load.
We were not very rich,
but rather poor,
and this can't be bought in a store.
Now as I'm thinking back,
I'm happy still,
cause I grew up... with a dirt hill.
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