Gentle breezes through empty swings
No playful sounds, no voices ring.
In the sandbox no child plays,
An empty slide reflects the suns rays.
The quiet playground is alone.
No one plays the children are all gone.
The empty playground waits all day.
It will be happy when the children play.

01/01/1988

Posted on 09/19/2003
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