Playground Memories
Sounds of voices, bright and gay,
Evidence of children as they play.A see-saw creaks, a swing goes high,
Laughter floats up toward the sky."Old McDonald had a farm."
The children sing a familiar charm.A merry-go-round spins on its way.
Making for the children a happier day.A happy shriek accompanies a trip down the slide.
It's almost as exciting as a roller coaster ride.The jungle-gym and its maze of bars,
With imagination can be a ladder to the stars.The trapeze beckons an adventurous boy,
Filling his whole little heart with joy.A bat cracks, a ball sails toward the sky,
A Little Leaguer catches the high pop fly.The bells ring and the children disappear,
Into the school their lessons to hear.The playground's deserted and silence prevails
As over the scene a lonely bird sails.Anonymous
Mrs. Schneck's English class
10/05/1959