Play Ground Poem by Paul Reed

The high-pitched shrieks and noisy shouts
With giggles and laughter all about
Rough barks and frenzied screams
Fair maidens held in dreams
Super heroes with villains to rout;

Sounds drifted to me through the belt of trees
Like joyful strains upon the breeze
Run, chase, catch some more
Magic sword-swipe and dinosaur roar
Bringing evil foes to their knees;

And all about me in the park
Tendered to me age-defying spark
That over my eyes cast a glaze
A wondrous vision of my childhood days
When I was there and played ‘til it was dark;

And I thought how lucky they were
To be thrust along with life the spur
With all to play for and all to keep
Joys to feel and dreams to reap
If only our youth could reoccur;

And though I walked further and further away
Their excited games seemed to still hold sway
And followed me until at last I reached the end
The noise died away and silence did mend
Leaving me suddenly old again that day.