Autumn Playground
By Cheuk Yi Kayley C
Published 27 June 2023
When the cold eerie breeze brushed through my hair,
Then I know I’m there.
The old mother tree swayed as the children stayed.
Crispy, orange leaves fell down to play with the children,
like angels sent down from heaven.
Sweesh, swoosh, swosh
Leaves flood the playground like snow,
Kids' amazement made them think woah.
They looked up not looking at what’s down,
They tripped and yelled ow.
Warmth of the kids laughter covered me with joy,
It is a blanket to enjoy.
Kids were swinging their problems away.
While humming birds were singing like a choir on a wire.
At the end of the day when the kids struggled to stay,
this is where memories are laid.