At the Park

At the Park In childhood the main attraction was the park Nothing was better than play and games I was the last to leave the park till dark. At the center a big tree with dense leaves stood providing shelter of flock of parrots. To piece my ears their chirping was too loud As the parrots returned to their nests in evening. I became alert to finish my play. Chattering of parrots worked as warning. Swing sets, Sea-saw, slips were crowded But I had no attraction at all. To play games of two teams I was addicted. Array of Sunflowers cheerfully nodded their heads in one corner Grass hoppers and butterflies disturbed the flowers. To drive them away was my daily activity, so far I remember. As the school was over and last bell rang to open school gates Cheers and joy flashed on my heart. Being back home, I rushed to park to meet my playmates. To win the game was the only aim and I played till dark. Park turned a part of my life. Life circulated focusing on game associated with the park 02/20/16 Third Place 'STRAND SELECT E' Contest by Brian Strand .