The Girl With The Boy Poem by James McLain

The girl with the tow headed boy
and the warm days of spring leaving...June
when she comes out laughing
he's running right into... the sun
coming out of the night
and that all when we play, each day....it is bright.
She illuminates the sky.....with her fun.
It is with her to come, when he falls,
then she calls to him when he stands.
Does he come too her with much favor.
Each day loosen take hold of your dreams,
your sleep does it listen, to you.
Come to the play ground well dressed.
If you lower the ladder against on white pretty fence.
Too jump up and down one finds....pretty- penny
is useful to us, we buy candy.
But something does more when it jumps, and it goes?
The person whom you both seat...must and play become play
when your dress becomes,
all the time when you play becomes dirty.
Skies are so blue when you climb up the latter,
why each when both asked, she/he, 'said'.