My Favorite Place to Play
My favorite place to play
where I can stay all day,
is not in my room…
I get bored there soon.
It’s not in the den…
it feels like a play pen.
In my back yard,
I can play really hard.
I can run, jump and even sing a tune,
pretend I’m an airplane or sail a balloon.
There are puddles to jump in,
mud, a sandbox and grass to rump in.
There’s so many bugs…but some I can’t touch.
There’s my cat named Lady and my dog named Ruff,
bees, fireflies and birds in the sky.
Once I saw a squirrel chased by a butterfly.
When the leaves turn brown,
and fall to the ground,
I sweep them up in a great big mound.
Pretend I’m a soldier hiding on a hill…
I only pretend though, ‘cause it’s not nice to kill.
When it gets real cold,
and down comes the snow
I make snow balls and build snowmen,
skate on ice if it’s not too, thin.
In my backyard I can run real fast,
throw up a ball, roll in the grass.
It’s my favorite place to play
because I can play there everyday.
by Shirley Davis, ©2003 All rights reserve