Toyshop Window Gazing

TOYSHOP WINDOW GAZING A wooden castle with windows and a drawbridge wide Which could hold a regiment of toy soldiers inside And a turret with a big red dome - No point in even asking to take it home Then, each time we passed the toy shop I just had to slow and stop And muse and wish achingly without relief - But it was never going to be my boyhood fief. Now, my kids don’t stop there to muse But chisel, saw, and screws I use - The toyshop now is closed for trade Instead I’ve cut and glued and made That wooden castle for them And doll-house, puppets,cars, and farm And sailing boats and planes and things Like tree house, stilts, and garden swings. Absence of a small toy leaves heart unfulfilled And makes big boy hands much more skilled.