A Boy's Playground

There's a new middle school being built in our backyard.

Well, not right in our backyard, but within spittin' distance of our house.

There are excavators at work not more than 15 feet from our perch,

loading dirt into an articulated dump truck driven by a woman, no less!

There are bulldozers, graders, and scrapers;

there's a concrete pumper and telehandler; loaders and skid steers; 

and a tap-tap-tapping impact hammer.

Our old playground (some swings and one very, tall slide) have given way to acres of dirt and machinery, building supplies and the occasional rumbles of dynamite. 

With access through a neighbor's yard, we literally stand on the brink of excitement.