There Are Always Play Things Poem by Patti Masterman

There are always play things out in the yard
So you never need to stay bored for too long;
On the grayest, most somber day of the year,
There's spider web kites you can fly, for a song
And dandelion sparklers, to light up the air.
There's butterfly wings, made of stained glass;
Red berries, that the fairies must have left there
There's helicopter leaves, that fly on fall winds-
The Silver Maple always sets them to sail,
And tumbleweeds tumble, from wherever they're sent
And fat spreading mushrooms; from heaven that fell;
The mushrooms inverted can float the lagoon
Till they get caught on the half rotten log;
And a fat frog will sing there, his only known tune
And share with you, his admiring bog.

(with apologies to Emily Dickinson, for the use of her wonderful phrase)