OUR OWN BACK YARD

For my son Judah

Sometimes I think of red tin foil.
I'd turn it in to a rocket ship and
we'd fly into a distant universe
somewhere in our own backyard.

Sometimes I look at our pine tree.
I turn it into yhe tallest mountain.
We'd take a hundred men to find
the greatest of lost treasures
somewhere in our own backyard.

Love ya punk...