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The Playground (revised)

by Jane E Pearce

Kids can't stay still
for long-
they grow restless,
and gather
on the rolling lawn
for a game of tag
among the markers,stepping
softly over those
who need their rest
or they play stick-ball
with rounded stones,
and pine branches
up by Johnson's Vault
where it's flat,
letting the younger ones
tag along for fun,
and when the air is still,
you can hear their songs
that whisper in the wind
far into the night-
far into the night.

04/27/2002

Posted on 04/27/2002
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Christel Crews on 11/19/03 at 05:40 PM

sounds like a fun day at the park :) to be a child again...

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