It seemed my whole life took place in the yard.

My manners still show it; my knees are still scarred.

I'd climb with bare feet all the things that I could.

If a sprinkler were on, that's right where I stood.

What I would make with koolaid and acorns,

Clover and chalk and clothes I had torn!

Then pause and behold a sky deeply starred.

It seemed my whole life took place in the yard.