Grace bought a bag of brittle bones
they wrapped them up, she took them home.

She tilled the earth with no regard,
then planted them in her backyard.

She looked outside to watch them grow,
she waited for an hour or so.

It started to rain, they began to sprout,
the sprouting things began to shout.

More time went by and they got big,
the dinosaurs began to dig.

They dug a hole and made a pool,
some of them had special tools.

One laid tile, one built chairs,
one put in three sets of stairs.

One installed a diving board,
other dinos slept and snored.

A red one drove a water truck,
a winged one brought a rubber duck.

They put a slide up at the end,
some left and came back with a friend.

They filled the pool up to the brim,
the time had come for them to swim!

Some of them had bathing suits,
some of them wore diving boots.

An orange one with a bathing cap
jumped right in and swam a lap.

A brown one with a bumpy back
gave the rubber duck a whack!

Purple spotted striped and green,
some of them were very mean.

They splashed and crashed and cannon balled,
the mothers there became appalled!

A pink one said her name was Madge,
carried a whistle and a lifeguard badge.

She shouted, “Everybody FREEZE!
Let’s be safe, no dunking please!”

Some in aprons wore dark glasses
serving drinks and lunch time passes.

Some of them had rippled skin,
some of them were very thin.

The thin ones brought out celery soup,
the freckled ones ate in a group.

They served the soup in big white bowls
with silver spoons and fluffy rolls.

Underneath a bumbershoot,
dinos ate cold frosty fruit.

After lunch some fell asleep,
the ones awake were counting sheep.

All afternoon they rumbled and roared
while springing off the diving board.

Late that night they started dancing
round the pool and barely glancing

each day passing by – delicious,
performing feats most ambitious.

Summer days went by so fast;
autumn came one day at last.

When yellow leaves pressed the sky
the dinosaurs began to cry.

The wind turned cold one darkened day,
and one by one, they went away.

When they were gone Grace locked her door,
she’ll wait for spring to come once more!

Brittle bones often hold
many stories still untold.