Playground
On this old picketed playground
five grand young children play
swinging, singing, enjoying the sun.
The elsdest, pushes the two youngest,
round and round the merry-go-round.
He's watching the twins swing nearby
where the watchful eyes keep them held.
Faster, Faster they cry.
As he pushes, and pulls then runs
with all his might
He gives in, time goes by.
The eldest gone, but very close by
standing around a group of peers
he looks over his shoulder with a keen eye
his sightfulness catches him
wanting to join, but no
it's time to grow up.
The twins never wanting to leave
help by protecting the younger, littler ones
they clean the little park, making it like new,
making a nice little habitat.
Circling, Circling, goes the merry-go-round,
faster faster they cry.
The twins twice the fun
push pull and run
they give in, time goes by.
In their suits they walk right by
not noticing or giving second glance
the them their jobs are more at risk.
Just the two youngest ones
left to play amongst each other.
they move from swings to the sand box
talking of the others.
what ever happened to them?
they wonder, soon to find that understading
the crows came to catch their prey
picking, eating, screeching loudly.
The screams of those younger
are heard by the twinswho come
rushing running, looking like enguins.
The do what they can, but soon fall victim.
They too begin to cry.
The eldest, the bravest and strongest
gets to solemn place of existence
fights with all he has to give.
Soon he gives in, time goes by.
the playground is rank
no one will ever play there.
will their story be told?
For their family already knows......
five grand young children play
swinging, singing, enjoying the sun.
The elsdest, pushes the two youngest,
round and round the merry-go-round.
He's watching the twins swing nearby
where the watchful eyes keep them held.
Faster, Faster they cry.
As he pushes, and pulls then runs
with all his might
He gives in, time goes by.
The eldest gone, but very close by
standing around a group of peers
he looks over his shoulder with a keen eye
his sightfulness catches him
wanting to join, but no
it's time to grow up.
The twins never wanting to leave
help by protecting the younger, littler ones
they clean the little park, making it like new,
making a nice little habitat.
Circling, Circling, goes the merry-go-round,
faster faster they cry.
The twins twice the fun
push pull and run
they give in, time goes by.
In their suits they walk right by
not noticing or giving second glance
the them their jobs are more at risk.
Just the two youngest ones
left to play amongst each other.
they move from swings to the sand box
talking of the others.
what ever happened to them?
they wonder, soon to find that understading
the crows came to catch their prey
picking, eating, screeching loudly.
The screams of those younger
are heard by the twinswho come
rushing running, looking like enguins.
The do what they can, but soon fall victim.
They too begin to cry.
The eldest, the bravest and strongest
gets to solemn place of existence
fights with all he has to give.
Soon he gives in, time goes by.
the playground is rank
no one will ever play there.
will their story be told?
For their family already knows......