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PlayGround Replay
January 4, 2023
As the fall winds blew,
John sat outside
on the cold swings
As the rest of the swings
move from the breeze
pushing them,
swinging as if there were
little children on them.
The empty jungle gym slide,
sitting left alone.
Almost waiting for
The young children to return
He places his chilled hands
on the cold metal of the swings
holding him in place.
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This was an assignment I did for school.
When I was writing it I was remembering my childhood, how I would run around with my friends and how the only things we had to worry about, we if we got to sit in the spot we called in our minds or if our parents packed the "right" snack.
But I had recently gone back to elementary school and I sat on the swings, just looking at the playground I once played on, where I laughed and cried, it just brought back so much to me and the this poem we born from it.
-L, Nelson