There were all of these pieces laid out in the yard

As two fellows pored over directions, gazing hard

At chains laying on ground amongst long ladders

It looked like a paint-job in the making mattered



And new coats would be glistening the next day

Having dried all night long in the warmth of rays

Beaming from sun and moon in absence of spring

The primary mystery existent now, making minds ring



But this seconday mystery unveiled itself this morning

There was no new paint job on walls of house adorning

Instead there stood laid out in middle of neighbor's lawn

A huge Jungle Jim reaching from road to garage'd been born



With slides and swings and places to climb and hang about

So many different things for one child to enjoy and shout out

In laughter and wonder at all there is to do and play bolder

Giving a young mind room to grow as it becomes older ...



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

8:30am Monday, March 30th, 1998