The children run around the playground, <br />Running as fast as their little hearts will allow. <br />They chase after one another, <br />Never stopping for a second to rest. <br />Never stopping to have worries <br />Catch up to them and make them see. <br />Their only thoughts are catching up <br />With their friends and enjoying <br />The warm weather on a Sunday afternoon. <br />The only goal for the moment is <br />To to get to the slide first. <br />Their only idea of a perfect <br />Sunday afternoon is to enjoy <br />What day they have left to play.<br /><br />Tracey Owens<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/children-at-play-3/
