Coen and Tobin are two little boys,
Who are owners of many wonderful toys,
Trikes and wagons, skiis and sleds,
Hidden in cupboards and under their beds,
Out in the carport there are even more
There’s hardly room anywhere on the floor!
But the best of the lot cost nothing at all,
Better than cars or even a ball.
What that be you wonder yourself
That can’t be bought right off the store shelf?
It’s sunshine and rain and wonderful puddles,
Sticks, stones and twigs all in a muddle
For creating mud pies and big gooey messes,
To rub on their clothes and into their tresses.
People keep buying them wonderful toys
But seem to forget they are just little boys
Who, like their parents, enjoy the simplest thing
Just being outdoors now that it’s Spring!
Loads of love and hugs....
Me
3 comments:
I remember your poems, they are great!
Those boys are lucky to have such wonderful grandparents!!! (Not to mention amazing parents!) Happy belated mothers day AMG. xoxo
I don't know who is feeling luckier, Nana, the boys or the parents. And for once its not your comment, nana, but your entry we enjoy. Happy return. jenmumgran
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