The Playground

The Playground

I see the playground even now
Where British Bulldogs fought with many a foe.
Children rushing headlong in pinball mayhem
With urgent games to play.

I see the playground even now
Where pigtailed mysteries whispered
Save we should overhear,
Their plans for tomorrow
And who'd their partner be.

I see the playground even now
Where bullies ceaseless roamed;
Searching for a helpless, isolated Wilder
Who had strayed away from the herd.

I see the playground even now
Where the god-like sentinel strolled
With mug in hand surveying all.
Yet choosing not to see a frightened call.

I see the playground even now
Where blood got mixed with grit.
I see the scornful mocking child
Who snarled and hurtled spit;
Just because the new child didn't seem to fit.

Graham Fewell