With water and cans.. he'll mold the sand... to build up his muddy city... Popcicle sticks..for telephone poles... and weeds..for trees..looks pretty... With his little hands.. he'll carve out streets... winding and turning.. but they all meet... With one little finger..he'll divide it so... each car has it's own..side of the road... He carves out a little tiny lot... in front of a shoe box..that he's got... then he'll put two sticks in the ground... cause there' got to be a gas station in town... Got to dig a big hole.. have to have a lake... and with the extra dirt..a mountain he'll make... mommy's plastic bowl..will serve a perfect boat... and daddy's shoe lace..he'll use as a rope... to tie up the boat.. to his little fake dock... my...what a lovely..setup he's got! Then he'll stand up.. real tall.. now..What's this city going to be called? He is proud..as he can be... it was fun..now it's done.. He'll call it.. DONNY'S CITY.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem for Donny karalovich when he was a little boy
and I watched him as he played and I wrote as he was building his city
and thats where I got the name from because I asked him what
he was going to call his little town...and he said..very proudly.."Donny's City".
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