On windy days
the playground pitches
like a tilted sea
and kids hang on for dear life
On windy days
Children skip about the place,
their coats unzipped for that one gust
while gravity takes a nap
On windy days
teachers band together
like nervous referees,
blowing tired whistles
while ninety fledgling fighters
gleefully ignore them.
i like it ...
ReplyDeleteThis makes me giggle because it perfectly describes the playground. Pitches like a tilted sea..hanging on for dear life. Reminds me of when I used to play on monkey bars. I was a klutz and pitched and tilted more than I would get across those darn things, lol.
ReplyDeleteYour blog name makes me think of Stephen King's Bag of Bones. I loved that book.