Empty Swings
Empty swings, empty swings
Silent now the park.
Past echoes of childhood,
Indelible, the mark.
Different times, different times
Innocent and naïve.
Swings, slides and roundabouts
So easy we, to please.
The joy, though the joy
Unfettered by the net,
Free as birds, how we laughed,
And how I hear it yet.
Entry for The Sounds of the Past - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
25/10/2017. Placed 3rd.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017
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