Poetry

Playground Poem

By Gabby O, 6th Grade

Children laughing in the bright sunlight,

Parents watching with delight,

Playground swings,

And bridge-like things,

All in one wonderful place,

Where we go play chase,

We call this place the playground.

Monkey-bars,

People with guitars,

And fast cars.

We share this place,

From the kid who plays first base,

To the guy from a different race,

We call this place the playground that we share.

People happy,

The trees are sappy,

And we picnic in the sun,

Cut our sandwiches,

And grant our wishes,

From the dandelion we just blew.

This place of joy,

For girls and boys,

We all call the playground.

How do we know the day is done,

It is when we are tired of all the fun,

And when we have no more time to spare,

Or no more snacks to share,

We go home,

From the place we all call,

The playground.