The kid clark had grew-up in this certain neighborhood.
Me and there nephew, used to play all around the neighborhood.
As time came by, now im grown-up. It all about the Barker's.
But this yard, is my focal point! 'The grown-folk's playground.'
As family, friend; s and even stranger be in the yard.
Enjoying drinking beer, playing horseshoe's, card playing, etc...
It have's it turn of event's, but the yard is still a special place.
So much activity going on, I even created my poem's and story's here.
It certainly, have some odd character, I see in my image.
When im bored at time, I rather be in the yard.
The Barker's call it home; Mr. Clark call it home.
Derrick Clark
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mr-clark-meets-the-barker-s/
