Building a garden; poem

I

watched you pave the yard with bricks you found half buried in the soil. I watched you toil and pick them out And clear and clean until, You'd made a garden. Then, when the grass had grown, I spread a cloth upon the lawn, And we had tea, You, my bears and me.

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