Tomorrow:
An adventure playground,
We have not yet fallen
From its wires or
Skinned our knees on bars
Of unvarnished complexity,
Swung from its slip-pole
Morning to bark chip
Bed of welcome
Concealing flowerheads,
Maybe broken glass.
Tomorrow:
An adventure playground.
Be There.
I'll push you on a swing
Until you see your skyline
Your place
Where you might
Be.
You can do the same
For me.
minor edit 03.01.09
04.01.09
Comments
mykle | January 2, 2009 - 06:17
Tomorrow:
I go to sing
My song will be Bali Hi
While you and your son
Explore the playground here
I go to visit my distant sun.
Take care on the swings...
and roundabouts.
Be lucky!
lenchenelf | January 2, 2009 - 12:29
What a lovely comment, this one was inspired by children of all ages in my life, inc. t'other half & I :-)
Have fun wherever you may be and thanks. L
Ken Simm | January 31, 2009 - 11:30
This works very well. I particularly like the skyline, er line. Good, strong writing.
lenchenelf | February 1, 2009 - 09:04
Thank you Ken, your thoughts are very much appreciated. L
alessandro | May 31, 2009 - 09:38
Adventure playgrounds were part of my childhood. I love the way you've captured them. And the quintessential wood chip!
lenchenelf | May 31, 2009 - 12:49
Thank you Alessandro, I sincerely hope we never get too old to enjoy the scramble each day :-) :-) atb Lena