The Cubby house

On warm and sunny days
We soak up all the rays
As we listen to the sounds
As birds and wildlife play
Around the cubby house


The gentle breezes blow
The leaves and branches glow
They wave to and then fro
As we climb the wooden stairs
Up to the top of the cubby house


The sand is soft and warm
Little fingers they do squirm
As they make the pretend cakes
That we cook and bake and taste
In the kitchen of that cubby house


My dear little grandson
Santiago is his name
He only wants to stay
And play and waste the day
At the exciting cubby house


We're careful as we run
We really do have fun
As we climb the stairs again
To slip down the slide and then
Return to our lovely cubby house


Now as I sit and reminisce
I remember all the bliss
As my kids were little man and little miss
As we used to climb and have such fun
In this old cubby house