The Red Box

Somewhere in a garden
A red box is nailed
To a wooden fence
Which overlooks the farmers field
And beauty

It peeps out 
Through the willows
Of a memory tree
I can see it from my window
I like to think
It can
See me

Sometime in the daytime
Small hands
Might post a letter
Small voices
Skipping
Nursery rhymes
Of times
A little better

M ~