Wood chips smashed under white sandals,
And the laughter of my brother.
We are swinging on leather seats
In the late afternoon.
I peer over the hills of green,
and see your smile in the distance.
Before the spring of colors
Dancing throughout the sky.
We are tired.
A couple of exhausted youth.
We had our fill of
Dirt, grass, and play—
The entire outside world.
You sensed our surrender
And drove us back home.
I can recall
So many memories,
But this one guts me the hardest.
For even after a hard day of work,
You still made time for us and our
Little wood chip park.
If I close my eyes,
I can see it.
Your smile in the distance,
The laughter of my brother.
My feet dangling at your side.
- “My Father And the Wood-Chip Park”