Into the Sandbox

It was before the fire that burned down our school It was during a time when they taught the ‘golden rule’. Back then, they still cultivated gardens with a strong mule He was fed grass and corn; but he couldn’t handle fossil fuels O, I’m sorry; this is more about a sandbox at school than a mule I remember so well when friends and I played in the sandbox We would get lost in the box, driving our toys of trucks and cars A much simpler time; a better place; great lessons of laughter and life In the sandbox, we were so happy, my friend and me. In the sandbox, a captured and treasured memory. In the sandbox, I felt crystal clear and totally free. In the sandbox, playing with cars and castles; In the sandbox, there was sweet peace. 10072016 cj PS