Playground

Round and around goes the merry - go - round,
    Whirling and twirling like a spring that's unwound.
    Raising upwards childrens feet off the ground,
    As their screams of delight, created a deafening sound,
    While holding on tightly with their arms interwound.
    Now everyone frowned, when they shut the playground,
    Time to leave, as they wend homeward bound.

    5 / 2 / 2022.
    Nursery Rhyme.
    Sponsor Eve Roper.

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Marikate Kingston

April 17, 2024 at 9:34 PM

This is just delightful. I wrote about a playground as well. I still love to swing even at my age , how about you? This was a lot of fun to read outloud. You first 3 lines made me dizzy :) A real cutie.