Play, play, play
Pat my back my shoulder height
Run and run and I will try and catch you
Play, play, play
Swing on swing, swing so high, to the heavens hands
Like a bird with new wings to fly
Climb up, step up, the stairs on playgrounds
And swing down, swing low, my dear
Play play play
Walk as fast, walk as slow, walk a moon walk
Play, play, playful play
Crawl and jump, hop and skip
And when we are done, ok we are done now
On playful grounds
Oh play, play, play
And the sun of light,
Goes down for the night
On play play play
To rest his eyes
Say bye bye until tomorrow
Bye bye, play, play, play
Until tomorrow, tomorrow it be
When we will wake and play
And play and play some more
Parks are a heaven
To the joy of childhood
Blissful bliss says play, play, play
I love the carefree feeling, when I read your poem~
ReplyDeleteYes, parks are heaven to the joy of childhood :D
Childhood, the time to play all day. You have captured the delight of play well!
ReplyDeleteWe are in the country, but it was the same. Play, play, play all summer long! Loved the childlike abandon of this poem - made me want to grab sidewalk chalk and draw a FourSquare!! Peace, Amy
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Such are the days!!! So much fun!!! I like the repetition in this echoing the bouncing of balls, swinging etc., worked well!!
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