Maybe it's because it's Monday and I'm wistful...
If You Go Home Again
There is a sign on the playground at my old school
Equipment does not meet minimum safety standards
Approved by the government
It is not my old jungle gym
With tire swing and pirate ship potential
Rather a modern attempt to drive imaginations
That in my time ran free (or so I recall)
No more shark-pit where you balanced and jumped
And hoped not to fall in, where the shark
Had recently been one of you
No
There is silence and new pavement
And windows with slogans - Teachers Care!
And a sign on the playground
Warning those who can read not to play
My legs took me faster than I had ever remembered
From one place to the next
Through my memories
But I had returned to a world
Populated mostly
Or only
By sparrows
YOU ARE READING
mayhaps
PoetryPoetry by jen frankel - a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Cute, sweet, sad, wistful, romantic, lovely, or mad - collecting the poetry that comes from the complexity and simplicity of life. :)
