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
Copyright © Carmen Heddle | Year Posted 2016
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