Recess In the Playground

The school bell rings, we all get up from our seats,
Like ladies and gentlemen, and walk out into the hall.
There's no running allowed in the halls
Or the teacher will send us straight to the principal's office.

I couldn't wait to get out on the playground for recess.
The most fun to do, is playing together with friends.

I run towards the low-hanging swings
Shouting, Yes! Higher, higher reaching for the sky.

We’re  laughing and yelling as we go, round and round
Holding on tight to the bars on the merry-go-round
So, we won't fall off with high-speed.

The seesaw is the best. I sit at one end
And my friend on the other, up in the air
Up and down, up and down, and feel the hard
Thump on our rumps as it hits the ground.

We all wait in line to climb up the ladder
Waiting for our turn on the slide.

Some of my friends picked sides to play baseball,
Others basketball.

Rrrring. We turn to the sound of the school bell.

Shucks. It's time to go end.

6/22/2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Romios Avatar
July 2, 2021 at 8:43 AM
Love your descriptive verses on recess. I was a teacher, and the class itched to get out. Well done,, Pangie
Theraven Avatar
June 23, 2021 at 7:44 AM
Eve, Enjoyed your poem in play. Hidden within the words, a deeper meaning and important chance to learn. Trust, Sharing, Sportmanship, Friendship. -Richard
Kannan Avatar
June 23, 2021 at 4:14 AM
Lovely write... Beautiful and exact description of a playground... I enjoyed reading... Reads like a winner...
Buhagiar Avatar
June 23, 2021 at 1:20 AM
A lovely poem. Wonder if the play apparatus is still there. Hugs.
Daniel Avatar
June 23, 2021 at 1:19 AM
Lovely description of a school playground, Eve:)
Alex Avatar
June 22, 2021 at 10:15 PM
Beautiful naughty memories. They are really sweet. Beautifully written.
Hankins Avatar
June 22, 2021 at 8:51 PM
How well I remember those days, Eve. We had a huge boulder in front of our school that we climbed on. I'm sure they would have fenced it off nowadays out of safety concerns.
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