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by Amanda Bee Apr 3, 2005
Life, society /
It started off as a simple place
You know, just a playground across the street
Where weâ€™d jump and skate and race
Greeting the neighbors that weâ€™d meet
Feeling the grass between our toes
And the wind blowing through our hair
Press a flower to your nose
Living life without a care
And on the swings weâ€™d go so high
Swearing one day weâ€™d flip over that rail
Feeling as if we could truly fly
Through the air weâ€™d glide and sail
Oh, how many times did we skin a knee?
Or burn ourselves on that hot slide?
And the games weâ€™d play, you and me
Like the one where youâ€™d seek and Iâ€™d go hide
Around and around on the tire swing
Intoxicated by the swirls
Giggling and joking about everything
Running from the boys as they chased the girls
Splashing through the waterfall
From the sprinkler on a summerâ€™s day
And weâ€™d always make the biggest snowballs
Whenever winter came our way
On those lovely days in spring
Picking flowers with a friend
And what fun autumn would bring
Piling up the leaves, then diving in
On a bench under a tree
While joggers dash around the track
Submerged in tranquility
No threats, no worries, no looking back
Guys playing basketball over here
Girls playing hopscotch over there
The ice cream truck is always near
Cheer and laughter fill the air
Take me back to that special place
Where happiness is the only rule
Where the sun shines upon your face
Where the world is never cruel
Weâ€™ll step barefoot in the sand
And feel the wonder all around
Together weâ€™ll proceed, hand in hand
Letâ€™s go back to our playground
That brings back memories, loved it
Wow, I love it.
that's all i can say.
I love it . . . I miss the playground.
I enjoyed this poem alot. It made me feel and think about alot of things I wish I could go back to.
This is brillant. i have no imagination what so ever, i could never write like this!! if only there was a place like that for everyone... well done 5/5