"Park"

Children running, round and round
Up and down, the jubilant playground
The are free to run, wherever they please
Like a toddler trying to walk on their knees
Everyone is happy and are having a blast
Like a broken arm taken out of a cast

Swinging on monkey bars, and on the swings
Flying to heaven or so it seams
Not a soul is sad as we all play
Like a multi colored fish swimming through the bay
We are happy kids, no tears in sight
No worries no vicious dog bites.

The children's faces as happy as clowns at the circus
And are happy as ants that have found a crumb.

by  M.C.