Wendyfeb21swingroundabout
The swing said to
The roundabout
I go up and down,
You go sideways,
Round and round.
That way, said the roundabout,
Rather grim, we cover
everything.
What do you
See up there?
The sun, the clouds,
A bird pecking at a worm.
It feels like spring.
Here come the children,
Moaned the roundabout,
They will all jump on me
At the same time, push
Me faster,
Faster
Until
Until
One falls off.
Wendy Atkinson