The backyard used to be
of many different things:
It was the baseball field
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OH! I never expected this ending. It's so very sad. But, thinking about it....I guess my old backyard is full of a bunch of unfulfilled dreams, too. I think most people's are, so you've touched on something here that should touch a chord with most everyone who reads it. Kudos! Very original subject and very good writing. Blessings. Sheila
Well, you dream big, you're set up for disappointment. No one gets to the top by reaching for the bottom. Great poem. Still plenty of dreams to dream. The backyard i did all that stuff in is just a dirt parking lot now.