The Park

the park is nice in winter, the park is nice in spring the park is really, really fun, especially the swing it swings you high up in the sky and makes you nearly fly but I am always sad when mum says "say goodbye" I dream about the park at home, I dream about it at school I think about all the trees and the seesaw, it is cool I puts me up and down, over and over again but it always breaks my heart when mum say "time to go Ken" I dream about the park in bed, I dream about it outside but I no that tomorrow after school, I will get another ride