Lego-Brick Country

1990 COPYRIGHT
BY PETER CHRISTOPHER RAYMOND

FROM THE MOUTH OF MY BABY SISTER MELINDA
THE WISTFUL WORDS OF THE STORY
AS I LOOKED OUT ON LEGO-BRICK COUNTRY
AND ITS' BLEEDING FIELDS OF GLORY
STREETS APPEARED MYSTERIOUSLY
AS THOUGH I HAD TRULY TAKEN HER SERIOUSLY
SHE SHOWED ME WHAT SHE HAD BUILT AND...
MY WORDS BECAME CLICHED AND STILTED
I CAN GIVE NO DESCRIPTION OF THE SACRED INSCRIPTION...
SHE LEFT BEHIND WHEN SHE WENT AWAY
AND NO ONE DISMEMBERED HER DREAMS
OR DARED TO REMEMBER HER REASON...
FOR BUILDING HER DREAMS IN LEGO-BRICK COUNTRY
IN THE FINAL SPRING SEASON...OF HER CHILDHOOD
BABY SISTER MELINDA WAS ELEVEN
AND SITTING ON HER KNEES OUTSIDE LEGO-BRICK HEAVEN
ALL OVER THE PLACE IN PINK OVERALLS
HER HAIR WAS LONG...LONG AND DIRTY-BLONDE
WITH BANGS...BANGS HANGING IN HER FACE
BRUSHED AND YET SOMEWHAT OUT OF PLACE
MELINDA IS ITALIAN-MADE
AND IN THE FIFTH GRADE
FOUR FEET AND TEN INCHES
TEN INCHES TOO BIG FOR HER BRITCHES
SASSY SMART...TOO TOUGH
TOO BOY FOR DRESSES...TOO GIRL TO PLAY ROUGH
SHE FILLED ME WITH AWE THE MOMENT I SAW...
THE IMPRESSIVE IMPRESSION OF HER SOUL
FORCING ME TO ADMIT I WAS OUT OF TOUCH
AND MY VALUES WERE ANCIENT AND OLD
JUST AN OUTCAST LIVING IN THE PAST
AT AN OUTPOST ON THE OUTSKIRTS...
ON THE EDGE OF LEGO-BRICK COUNTRY