As I look out from my front steps,
Across the rolling green;
Leading to a tree filled wood of oak and evergreen.
I think about our days gone by,
And working side by side;
To make this brand new house a home,
It’s future we relied.
We had our son of eighteen months,
Help us lead the way;
As we readied Camelot,
To serve a troop someday.
A canvas blank was in our hands,
Ideas began to flow;
And we worked hard both day and night,
To make our mansion grow.
It’s hard to even think about the challenges we met,
As we put in place a dream,
With blood and tears and sweat.
The chore of wearing many hats and juggling many balls;
Never led us off the path,
Of building our four walls.
Classroom mom and baseball coach were givens year to year;
As our family grew in size, our roles in life were clear.
I could raise the money as you would lead the team;
All the while our eyes were set on building on our dream.
Lots of seeds and shrubs and trees were planted as we grew;
Building sheds and garden beds were things we added, too.
We even made a special place,
For all of us to band;
The bubble bench would be the spot if danger was at hand.
It all moved by so quickly,
That saying is so true;
Enjoy it while ya got it now cause soon it will be through.
As I look out from my front steps,
Across the rolling green;
I see we’ve headed down the path,
Of shoring up our dream.
Now the nest is empty,
And we start it all once more;
Repairing this and fixing that,
Continuing the chore.
It’s certainly a cycle,
At least it seems to be;
The making of our happy home,
It shapes both you and me.
Now it’s truly our turn,
To do just as we please;
To make another wonder land,
Of flowers, plants and trees.
But we would both give anything,
To do it all once more;
Lets all meet at the bubble bench,
For love we can’t ignore.
Things Inside My Head 