My Playground w mollohan 09/17/14
My childhood playground had no grass
A patchwork of asphalt, pea gravel, and stone
That did not stop us – we wanted to play and play …
And then to play some more
Who cared about skinning a knee or even breaking a bone
Every afternoon -- and every weekend, we were there
Baseball, basketball, football – (w)reckless … without a care
No adults, no umpires – pick sides … let’s just play
Wild, free, carefree – not virtual, but real-time … all day
My playground, OUR playground – without any grass
Meet me there for a pick-up game, right after school
Five against five, or six on seven – we are playing way past dark
Rain, Sunshine, Snow, Sunset – Night’s shadows –
I really … cannot wait … to go back
copyright pending
My childhood playground had no grass
A patchwork of asphalt, pea gravel, and stone
That did not stop us – we wanted to play and play …
And then to play some more
Who cared about skinning a knee or even breaking a bone
Every afternoon -- and every weekend, we were there
Baseball, basketball, football – (w)reckless … without a care
No adults, no umpires – pick sides … let’s just play
Wild, free, carefree – not virtual, but real-time … all day
My playground, OUR playground – without any grass
Meet me there for a pick-up game, right after school
Five against five, or six on seven – we are playing way past dark
Rain, Sunshine, Snow, Sunset – Night’s shadows –
I really … cannot wait … to go back
copyright pending
