“We should fix the fence this Spring
When the snowmelt disappears
And with it calm our worried fears, My Boy!
Remember that it’s up to us
To make this handy bit of fuss
Before the wild days ----- of Summer come
We can smile at our job well done
Consider the task some wholesome fun
Do it together like Father and Son
While we have the chance to be
Outside, outside, outside ----- you and me”
He never was a Father though
It was not so…if you, care to know
Just unwritten pages of lengthy history
Dusty old as time itself
An empty space still waits upon a shelf
But he fixed the fence ahead of time and
Drank his full of pure sunshine-outside, outside, outside thankfully