At a park in Snohomish spotted I
Some fluffy, plentiful moss near by.
With brotherly help I chanced to try
To make my mossy passage.
With twigs and holly, moss and tree
I hung my objects carefully
And named my spot most artfully
The name of Mossy Passage.
So continued I to build
And made a place for all to thrill
Those who appreciate my skill
At making Mossy Passage.
My brother Sam did with deftness dare
To find the moss I hung with care
The trees that are no longer bare
Around my Mossy Passage.
My mother took a picture of
The place I built with so much love
And wrote the poem you see above
About my Mossy Passage