By Lisa Marie Harmon
In
a tiny house, on Harding Road
as
breezes through the oak leaves flowed
in
a quiet midwest lakeside town,
kindly
neighbors all around,
a
mother in a kitchen stood,
a
sister asking if she could
watch
one more show or maybe two
Dora,
Barney, Scooby Do?
Warm
beams of light on golden floor
where
ninja turtles fight a war
A
sleeping dog lies near the chair
A
loyal guard, her name is Bear
Dad’s
out hosing down the walk
washing
away the sisters’ chalk
A
little boy hears such a noise
he
quickly drops his favorite toys
and
runs to flatten down his nose
and
stand on tippy tippy toes
He’s
looking out the window pane
the
view outside hard to attain
because he is so very small,
just
four years old, and not so tall
And
then he sees, to his delight
just
two doors down, a wondrous sight
The
biggest truck on God’s green Earth
spinning
round for all it’s worth
And
men in working boots with spades
setting
up the barricades
On
Harding Road in the summer sun
some
manly work is getting done
Now
running fast down front porch stair
the
boy has grabbed his favorite chair
He
can’t believe his lucky day
A
concrete truck just steps away!
He
places close his little seat,
Sits
right down and plants his feet
And
happily he spends the hours
watching
men with manly powers
pushing
buttons, pulling levers
letting
flow the concrete rivers
Filling frames and floating flat
the liquid rock from the rolling vat
And
as he watched, the little boy
thought "One day I won’t play with toys."
At
least not Ninja turtle kind
Imaginations
filled his mind
And
he was big and all grown up
And
driving his own concrete truck
Too
soon the sun began to set
Don’t
touch the sidewalk, it’s still wet
The
work is done, the truck is gone,
and
Josh, the boy, is walking home
His
tiny chair, he puts away
He
calls for Bear to come and play
Soon dinner time and then goodnight
His
mother tucks him in just right
In
a tiny house, on Harding Street
a
special day is now complete
