Original Poetry



In between the hopscotch paint,
The jungle gym, the monkey bars;
Spread amid the tyre swings,
The small brown shoes, the sandpit;
In amongst the classrooms: the carpets scuffed,
The gutters clogged;
Falling into the swimming pool,
Summer sun, the diving board;
Framing roads leading home and back,
Too soon Septembers blooming lilac –
Just as afternoons taste of Tanganda
My youth is littered with

Copyright © March 2017, Lyndsey England

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