Memory
When I was a child
at Christmas time,
we had a farm set
to put under the tree.
I’m not sure what a farm
had to do with Christmas,
but it grabbed our attention
during the holidays, every year.
We’d set up the red metal,
two-story barn with all the
light yellow plastic fence
and figures all around.
The yellow plastic farmer
carried a yellow plastic bucket
to feed the yellow plastic cows,
chickens, sheep, pigs and ducks.
There were even yellow plastic cats
to put in the barn to chase away
the imaginary mice amongst
the yellow plastic hay bales.
I don’t know what happened
to the farm set.
Probably tossed on the trash heap
like so many things of the past.
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