Sitting in a park,
waiting for the kids,
watching lots of people,
playing tag and it,
hard wooden benches prized more than gold,
little islands of sanity in a mad child world.
Death defying drops from 7 foot in the air,
soft wooden chips scattered here and there,
crowded and noisy it's suddenly goes calm,
when the man shouts that closing time has come,
locked up and quite all the kids are gone,
no more people till next time when they play in the sun.
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1 comment:
Lovely little piece. I can just imagine being there, playing on the chute or the roundabout lol.
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