The Playground
This morning I was reminiscing about my school days, particularly, as it was called in those day, “playtime”. I couldn’t wait for the bell to ring and to start playing football with a stocking filled with newspapers!
The Playground
Ring ring ring ring
Playtime was about to begin
A cacophony, a wall of sound
Children running all around
Coats with hoods worn like a cape
Imaginary Batman was their escape
British bulldog, boisterous boys
Shouting, running, plenty of noise
No balls allowed, not deterred
Stocking filled with paper, preferred
One, two, a kick, a flick
Soggy ball felt like a brick
Competitive conkers, could it be fatal?
Girls together, enjoying cats cradle
Marble, clackers, a game of jacks
Played behind the teacher’s backs
Timid ones stand and watch
Popular girls play hopscotch
Eyes closed shut, first embrace
Purposely caught at kiss chase
One eye open for the school bully
A stocky scruffy lad called Sully
What cross did he have to bear
Running around pulling girls hair
Kids frantic fun loving and free
Quashed forever by health and safety!
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We sometime remember of our childhood days and share with nearest but it was over, we need to find that whatever its like or worst and learn from it and teach our children to bear of that which we made mistakes at that time.
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