The Playground – Original Poem

The playground sits silently.
It waits to be filled with the laughter and tears of children who will soon arrive.
The swings and slides rest in between use.
The equipment quietly waits to fulfill its purpose.
Sitting in the shadows of the afternoon sun.
Everything is deadly still.
The voices of the school children get closer to the park.
Any moment now everything will be lurched into life in a mad frenzy of excitement.
With the urge to play satiated, the children will leave to face their new urge, to eat.
And the swings and slides will fall silent and still again.
Just sitting, waiting to be called upon at the end of another hard day’s learning.


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