A Play Place Poem by Phillip Liu

There once was a desert behind the restaurant,
And there was an oasis on the other side.
The desert could be changed though.
Sometimes it was Fenway Park,
And my brother became the Yankees' pitcher
Trying to strike-out the great Manny Ramirez.
Other times I would catch a hail-mary pass
- "47 yards from Brady to Branch! " -,
And we would set up for the Superbowl winning field goal.
Other times we we're not so cheerful.
The desert was vast
With no civilization in sight.
After days of thirsting, we finally reach the oasis.
We graciously accepted the nectar from honey suckle flowers,
Cautiously pulling the stem out and setting the droplet of gold on our tongues.
After a rest we would find shelter.
There was no need to build a tree-house,
For we lived in the trees as monkeys.
We would swing from branch to branch
Though sometimes failing and landing on the forest floor.
But once we swung too far,
And we forgot to return.
Now the desert and oasis have been destroyed.
Behind the restaurant, there is only a parking lot and a McDonald's and its Play Place.