Outside my childhood home
Is my backyard
That is full of memories
filled with Imagination,
Wonder.
In my backyard we could be anything,
Go anywhere.
It could be a kickball stadium,
A jungle,
Secret spy headquarters.
Anything we dreamed of
It was.
Every evening
Before it grew dark,
We would start a new journey
Of wonder.
Until The street lights
Turned on
And our parents
Called us home.
And we slowly transitioned back
To reality
Waiting to see where
Our imagination could take us next.