The Ghosts of Laughing Children

In the deleated picture is standing in an overgrown abandoned playground a rusted swing set once occupied 15 years ago Once there was a children’s park Oh, so many years have past Glancing upon the rusted swing Surreal thoughts arose of distant voices Ghostly girls giggling and hyper boys I cherished the old distant memories Of we who played during afternoons I thought of Johnny, David, Melissa And Halloween and Easter frolicking too The picnics our mothers prepared us On summers and cool fall afternoons Daddy played ball with John’s friends There was so much laughter shared Good thoughts permitted my sacred past Thoughts of mom and dad’s life And all of our little voices Remind me of the precious hours Spent together playing and often sharing Time, that was fresh and youthful Now gone in amber overgrown brush Gone in brambles of lost memories Where children came to playfully swing Here on this swing in shambles @Bonnie Gay Jennings, or Bonnie Jennings or Boondoggling with Bojenn @Wordpress 2013 to present 2016 ~