Let the Children Play

Once I stumbled upon a place Overgrown with brambles and thorns But there was a rusty old gate Tattered and torn ....just hangin' around I entered with wonder Just wanting to discover something new Many reasons to leave But I had nothing else to do ...just clamoring about I got lost in the silence The noise was profoundly loud Playing in the darkness Away from the crowd ...just being sound Deep in the thick of sorrow I saw a merry-go-round I cleared the weeds And ran upon your ground ...with pattering feet I looked north and saw a swing The chains squeaked and moaned I pushed off to meet the sky When I heard the wind groan ...with flapping wings Suddenly, the atmosphere changed I watched as the playground emerged I squealed in delight As I indulged the childish urge .....to play ............where I wondered what I was doing In that forbidden place But it was abandoned And I was extended grace .....to play ..........there The time to play...is over I still have questions, but I've laid them down I am grateful for the playground Where the love of a man, I found ...and it is beautiful Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-27-2018