The swings stand empty, <br />but rock back and forth. <br />Probably in the memory, <br />of the children who sat on them. <br />The slide is also empty, <br />with no laughter filling the air. <br />The children have all gone home, <br />leaving the playground empty <br />with no one there. <br />Maybe tomorrow <br />there might be laughter there, <br />and the empty playground <br />will not seem so bare. <br /> <br /> <br />(7 July 2007)<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-playground/
