The Park Poem by Laura Rose

It was like a jungle, with all sorts of noises, screams, laughter and chatting. I just sat on a swing watching the little children play on the slid going up and down and up and down, it reminded me of how old i was. There was a distinctive smell in the air, the smell of grass and dog poo that someone couldn't bear to pick up, also the stale pound watch (which hadn't been cleaned out for quite a while.)

As i was sitting on the swing i realised that the other sat of swings (which where only a few feet away) where getting old, all the blue paint was rusting off and the rubber seats had mud and grafitii smered over them, and the chains looked like they where about to break. Then the care-taker came out with a cigerette in his mouth (you could taste the smoke from where i was sitting.) He inhaled and quickly ex-haled as he walked past me he through the cigerette in a fit of rage as he noticed some youths messing around in the children's play area, i had to move as the smoke scratched the inside of my nose.

I sat on one of the old swings and saw some boys about my age playing football, they wolf whistled as some older girls walked past in their school uniform, also a little girl was sitting in the filed all on her own, then i saw she was making a daisy chain for her mum who was more interested in her convosation with some other mother than to see what her daughter had made for her.

The as i was in a daze from a daydream i heared a car horn, i looked up and there was mum coming to pick me up and take me home.