Simple
Their hobby horse carved from wood
Upon metal frame and bouncy springs
Kept our boys on the trail of good
Rounding up outlaws and wild things
Hot wheel cars and yards of plastic track
Racing from living room to kitchen
They'd chase after their cars, then run back
Over and over, I should mention...
Tonka trucks and a pile of sand
Under the pear tree in our back yard
Each one operated by little hands
To get the boys outside, was never hard
Forts made from sheets hung on the clothes line
Or in their bedroom if it would rain
Turned an adventure out of lunchtime
Or "Boys Only" club when the girls came
Blocks of wood cut different sizes and shapes
Dumped out onto their bedroom floor
Became odd alien landscapes
Strewn from bunk beds to closet door
Just an old ratty cardboard box
Dented pan lid for a steering wheel
No need for stereo or remote door locks
As their first car, it was a steal
So much fun, no batteries needed
No computer generation
Active minds cleverly seeded
By two boys and their imagination
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