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There’ll be no time for play today.
Because today’s adventure day.
We’re off to clean grandma’s shed.
Door so low dad bumps his head.
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Lots of stuff for us to see.
Each thing has its own history.
There’s: rakes, shovels, mowers and pails,
Tires and wheels, old boat sails.
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A big and rusty nut-less bolt
And a shoe for a shoe-less colt,
Sleds and skis, skates, paddles and oars,
Broken windows and old wood doors.
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Crates and bins, barrels and jars,
guitar made from box of cigars,
Dad’s reaching for things up high.
Mom thumbs a scrapbook, tear in eye.
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The treasure’s you find when you look;
cushion for chair and long lost book,
toy box from when dad was a kid
with missing hinge and broken lid.
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I had to put that one aside.
To fill with treasure that I’ll hide.
And keep it safe for mom and dad
with memories, adventures had.
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Sheds empty, our jobs half way.
Sifting and sorting all long day.
Next are lunch and maybe a nap.
Then spend some time on grandma’s lap.
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To the street go things we don’t use;
hand less clock and half pair of shoes.
Forgotten treasures go away.
Some I’ll keep while others will stay.
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It’s grandma’s play house in the shade.
But in the yard five piles we made.
One to save, two we don’t know,
one’s maybe, the small one can go.
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So many things for grandma to do,
when our shed adventure is through .
She can paint pictures or pot plants,
maybe yoga – go in a trance.
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A final sweep and all is clean.
The nicest shed I’ve ever seen.
Now’s time to put back things to keep.
All stacked neat, not too high or deep.
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The dust is gone that made us sneeze.
But no space left for new hobbies.
Dads hurt his back, moms tummy aches.
From our lunch of burgers and shakes.
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But grandma’s happy and me too.
We’re all glad the mission is through.
Our adventure had, job well done.
Memories made of having fun.
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Dad’s old chest safe under my bed.
Memories tucked safe in my head.
And now’s time to say goodnight.
Adventure’s done, out goes the light.
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The End
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