A day at the park

Since April is National Poetry Month, here is my poem celebrating all those smiling faces at the park on beautiful spring days.

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Shades of sunflowers
color through corkscrew slide
as sneaker climbers rush
to tackle playground peak.

Flying ponytails and crooked caps
zoom past mama's eyes
as ball chasers zigzag
to get that last kick.

Pendulum swings creak

away with stretched legs
as flying adventurers
soar through a blue horizon.

Sitting on a bench at a playground brings you right back to those childhood days filled with laughter and fun. Though I have to admit, I don't get the chance to sit too often because I have to watch my playground acrobats closely. Band-aids in hand, even I go down the twisty slide sometimes. The kids would love it if I got stuck in the slide! That would be a sight for those parents on the bench.