Backyard Poems - Poems about Backyard

children in backyard play cowboys and indians learning rules of war AP: Honorable Mention 2025 Posted on April 7, 2025...

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Mom, Happy Thanksgiving Wishing You Were Here A Tree Grows In The 18th Spot With The 18th Tear That I Shed I Stop On 18th Street To Sing A Song That Is 18 Minutes Long 18 Memories Come To My Head Out Of Nowhere Then I Turn 18 Again And I Rename MySelf Benjamin Button When Some Stranger Named Paul, Who Dwells In...

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Backyard Hopscotch is my thing, my favorite backyard game, And today I was inducted in the BH hall of fame, Nobody else is quite as good as me I tell myself, As I grab my chalk and hopscotch rocks from off the hopscotch shelf. I draw squares on the ground and throw a stone to number two Then hop from...

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As young kids, we loved playing hopscotch. Taking turns we would put big boxes on the sidewalk, then jump from box to box for hours. One day we took a can of spray paint, now we have a Backyard Hopscotch. The grass boxes look great in red, it now matches dad's face....

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Backyard hopscotch One, two, three Pick up the coloured stone Hop to one knee Toss up the speckled rock Four, Five, six Twist on the vibrant chalk And cast another mix...

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I once tried hopscotch in reverse, Backwards it went from bad to worse. My hop was scotched, My stone was botched, I fell head over heels adverse!...

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So many stars overhead. The cold evening air gives a focussed clarity to each speck of light and a little of the chill from space seems to trickle down to earth and settle this night. Thoughts reach up as if to grasp some meaning encoded there in the morse of light, a message perhaps left by a hand but there is only...

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kitchen floor paw prints mud shaking on furniture two bad little dogs...

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In the back yard they speak Hush! They sleep. Do not ever I do Not weep for them. No I never speak for Them. My cats in the backyard are Tranquil. They are each individually Unique! Yes they are! And sometimes Travel far for food. They greet eat Return satisfied they play fight tumble. And purr wrestle and pure they...

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last years leaves against the fence warm winter day...

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rain and snow collect grounds hard no absorption yet water stands stagnant...

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Dogs digging frantically muddy paws come in kitchen was it a squirrel...

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Trampoline and toys boys running between fences pop cans in my yard...

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squirrel is not fearful stares into kitchen window taunting me so...

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Ding ,ding and ding ...

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