I could have been an architect
easel and pad,
compass and straight edge
vision and design
at least that’s what
childhood photos show
Pride of the builder
for the precision, the challenge
whether blocks, Lincoln Logs, or
Legos (before the wheels were added to the box)
Laugh now at the smile reflected back
Form without knowledge of function
but part of the joy of this child
when I could get lost in the simple pleasures
of play, on my schedule
when time had less meaning
and you just did it when you wanted to.
8/8/04 11:17
(Raymond A. Foss)
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