Playground

Never forgotten,

Simple lessons heard and seen

Among the lines of a dragon

Painted on the ground.

                With hopscotch laughter

                We played life's start,

                And dreamed of what gifts

                Adulthood would bring.

                                Our lofty heights! and still

                                The games are played.

                                A twist of hearts for

                                The clenched twist of hair.

                                                The mystery is ours.

                                                The hurts go on, and our

                                                Scraped spirits sting. But

                                                Oh how we love the game.

                                                                      Never forgotten,

                                                                      Simple lessons heard and seen

                                                                      Among the lines of a dragon

                                                                      Painted on the ground.