When No One Swings On The Swing Set Poem by Michael Reston

When No One Swings On The Swing Set



We go to the park when it's raining
And sit at a table and dream
When no one is ‘prancing’ near
We like watching sun's dieing beams

We go to the park when it's dreary
And stroll at a comfortable pace
When no one's crowding the walkways
The park's our favorite place

We go to the park when it's cooling
And light up a warm cigarette
When kids aren't making a racket
The temperature is never a threat

We walk to the park when lights out
And dark calls in elves to play
We like our park when nights out
And no one swings the swing set

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