Into the back of the station-wagon I climbed,
With a shoebox full of green soldiers,
Because today we’re going to Grandpa’s house.
It's a place with a huge yard
Surrounded by scotch broom and oak trees,
And a swing-set with legs anchored in cement,
So you can swing as high as you dare
Without the whole thing coming down on top of you.
It’s a place with the biggest sandbox you’ve ever seen,
Where jeeps hide from dune crushing tanks
Next to a shed filled with tiles large and small
Of every imaginable color.
A shed with a weathered wood porch
Covered by a generation of mumbly-peg marks
But today it’s raining,
So the soldiers line up behind the davenport
Waiting for better weather
To wage war in the sandy desert
With a shoebox full of green soldiers,
Because today we’re going to Grandpa’s house.
It's a place with a huge yard
Surrounded by scotch broom and oak trees,
And a swing-set with legs anchored in cement,
So you can swing as high as you dare
Without the whole thing coming down on top of you.
It’s a place with the biggest sandbox you’ve ever seen,
Where jeeps hide from dune crushing tanks
Next to a shed filled with tiles large and small
Of every imaginable color.
A shed with a weathered wood porch
Covered by a generation of mumbly-peg marks
But today it’s raining,
So the soldiers line up behind the davenport
Waiting for better weather
To wage war in the sandy desert
Grandpa's and Grandma's house is the best. It's a special place where magic happens. I'll always cherish those magic moments.
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