Playground III

August 28, 2017
With age
Innocence wanes
–youth corrupted by influence,
And the many
Are pushed by the few
Without intervention
so spoil the lot



August 7, 2017

We’re instantaneous friends,
Down slides,
Pushing one another on swings,
Wound around monkey bars,
We see but do not judge color,
We are close in age,
But developmental milestones apart,
The sand sifts under feet
And is pounded as we run,
In wonder we laugh
About everything
And nothing,
We make games,
With rules
We break as we go,
Imagination colors everything
And we see things and each other
Not just as they are
But how we might imagine them to be,
Guardians watch our play
With vigilance and quiet amusement
We will lose this play with age,
But for now we are carefree adventurerers,
On the terrain of our childhood.