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Our Playground

Contributed by Brandyx7 on Wednesday, 4th May 2005 @ 09:36:03 PM in AEST
Topic: SadPoetry

It started off as a simple place
You know, just a playground across the street
Where we’d jump and skate and race
Greeting the neighbors that we’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 we’d go so high
Swearing one day we’d flip over that rail
Feeling as if we could truly fly
Through the air we’d glide and sail

Oh, how many times did we skin a knee?
Or burn ourselves on that hot slide?
And the games we’d play, you and me
Like the one where you’d seek and I’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 summer’s day
And we’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

We’ll step barefoot in the sand
And feel the wonder all around
Together we’ll proceed, hand in hand
Let’s go back to our playground

Copyright Â© Brandyx7 ... [ 2005-05-04 21:36:03]
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Re: Our Playground (User Rating: 1 )
by jyssvw22 on Wednesday, 4th May 2005 @ 09:39:17 PM AEST
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amazing, great images implanted in my head...excellent write

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