The Park

It seems like only yesterday, off to the park to play all day

Up the slide instead of down, on the roundabout round and round

I loved the monkey bars and swings, on the climbing frame, I was king

But not the see saw not for me, I once fell off and hurt my knee

In the bushes up the trees, playing tag in groups of threes

Playing bulldog on the grass, catch them or they’ll run right past

In the aviary a minor bird, we taught it to say naughty words

Count to 100 it’s hide and seek, ready or not I’d always cheat

Tennis courts and bowling greens, in the mid summer heat

Playing kiss chase with the girls, soft ice cream with lots of swirls

But now the park is just a shell, benches burnt, a living hell

No respect they smashed the swings, graffiti walls and broken things

What is wrong with kids today, have they forgotten how to play

The park was fun, the park was great, but now I fear it’s all to late

 

 

D.J.Dodsworth

Reviews

[David Dodsworth]

thankyou, how things change

[Joiedevivre]

a slice of british summer topped with a lemon slush. I went to my childhood park not long ago and had similar thoughts. Enjoyed this.