At the dawn’s early light <br />When it sweeps away the night <br />Comes a pause – a preoccupation <br />That is known as Children at Play. <br /> <br />We hear in the playground below <br />The running and stopping of little feet <br />The sound of swings, the thump of the see-saw <br />And the joy of children’s laughter. <br /> <br />Between the playground and the street <br />There’s a sign posted, “Slow – 15 miles Per Hour” <br />We stop and ask ourselves, is that for us or them? ” <br />They briefly glance as-to say, it’s not for Children at Play! ” <br /> <br />As the night begins to set <br />It begins to cover any remaining shadows <br />And the running, the sounds, and laughter have ceased <br />We know that the morn will once again bring Children at Play.<br /><br />Robert Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/children-at-play/
