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Lego, you have to love it.
The small boy with the wild and vivid imagination
Sits on the floor
He pulls out his box of Lego pieces
He starts his construction.
Piece after piece he joins
In his mind, the street begins to take shape.
There’s a shop, a grocery store,
The bootmaker and candlestick maker.
He has not long watched a TV program,
Medieval England, old buildings, old people,
It’s all stored inside his head.
He crafts his town image
His mind a stickler for detail.
When his mum comes to see him
She too marvels at what he has done
Sits with him, asking questions.
He is full of answers, says he is sorry the image appears so dull
But they were dull times, colour was a luxury.
His mother views the pile of coloured pieces,
Seeing what her boy sees,
Feeling proud her son has a creative mind
Knowing that tomorrow he will once again
Go inside his mind
And invite her along.