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This Old Playground.

Updated on December 31, 2016

This Old Playground.

on February 26, 2004. ©-MFB III -All rights reserved

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This old playground was

a huge place of magical proportions

full of wondrous adventure

when I was a wee boy

flying high on a swing

that back then, was my jet plane

bombing enemy soldiers,

launching dust cloud explosions

off the tips of my almost

brand new P.F. Fliers.

Often I'd take a big hit,

anti-aircraft bombardment

just my friend tossing me

balls that I'd fail to catch

soon I'd tip back in my seat,

with toes pointed skyward

and my head sweeping way down,

hair just inches from dirt

then I'd sit up too quickly

overcome by sweet butterflies

doing flips in my tummy,

giggling out of control.

Till with practised finesse,

like a veteran pilot

I would bail out of trouble,

as I threw myself outward

on the next forward climb,

separating from contacts

in a vertical hurtle,

that no chains could confine

sailing out through the thin air,

to a great two point landing

standing safe on my feet,

"Oh, so Devil may care!!"

Then off to the monkey bars,

for a circus of one

the star of the Big Top,

hanging there upside down

by the crook of my knees...

it was face flushing fun

soon I was a fireman,

and alarms had just rung

sliding slick down that pole,

from the place I had hung.

Dashing off to the fire,

on that scary-go-round

rushing in speedy circles,

through the center of town

hanging on with a death grip,

over flashes of ground,

till it slowly wound down,

with a creaky old sound

like a dial on a time machine,

it stopped and I found....

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That I was a grown up

on a swing all alone

in a tiny place that once

brought joy near my home

surrounded by memories

of those many years past

from a kid's world where I

had become an outcast

all of...time passes on...

but the places we miss

often come back to haunt us

in visits like this.

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

MFB III Productions-(c)-2006


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      Granny's House 7 years ago from Older and Hopefully Wiser Time

      Wow, that was great. These places do seem smaller. I am glad I found you. I enjoy reading your hubs. Will rate and follow