The Playground Is Bare
The slicky-slide stands silent, no shrill shouts,
No children in the playground in these hereabouts,
The swings are dangling in the breeze, I smile,
Teeter-Totters leaning in the Tower of Pisa-style.
The COVID-19 pandemic has kept the kid at home,
No children playing on the merry-go-round dome
My smile quickly turns to a sad, grimacing frown,
Someone has taken the horizontal ladders down
The park is a sad place with the playground so bare,
But, it won’t be too long before children are there.
written June 13, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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