Wood Chips

by Lost One   Jul 24, 2017

Around the playground where I played
Back when I was just a child
Were so many chips of wood
Cushioning falls when we were wild

We took them for granted then
It was they who broke our falls
Never a second thought
Of how high we climbed at all

I am so much older now
Playtime is a lost art
Hindsight left me wishing
I had woodchips around my heart


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  • 2 years ago

    by Em

    This is so very hard hitting it feels like I've been hit with a tonne of bricks then some but a wonderfully laid out piece which we can all relate to

  • 2 years ago

    by Brenda

    Tony, wow, your last stanza slammed home. I grew up on blacktop playgrounds, but that was like a million years ago. Loved how you did your comparisons. Well done-

  • 2 years ago

    by CJ Maleney

    They placed them round our playground too!
    It was a little bit too late,
    I was one of those kids,
    Whose head did bounce and ache.

    I would accept that again so gladly
    I've felt pain in many parts.
    But just like yourself I can't help but feel,
    I need more cushioning round my heart.

    Respect dude

    Love this

    • 2 years ago

      by Lost One

      I just came across this comment, and it brought a much needed smile. Thanks CJ.

  • 2 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    Awww...this is nostalgic, Tony...you have absolutely hit home. Beautiful.

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