Kickstands like the long tails of bicycles <br />Nuzzled by terrapin in the first tangles of the seesaws <br />Beside the baseball diamonds; <br />And colorful airplanes kicking starwards- never wondering <br />Where they are flying, <br />But going forever faithfully with their arms spread <br />Like little children no longer afraid, and reverent above <br />The ventures of a playground’s metamorphosis.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ventures-of-a-playground-s-metamorphosis/
