The Children in the Park (MS)

The children in the park

running around the trees on the grass

all the while collecting

odd stones and dried leaves

the one raised from the soil by rainfall

the other fallen from the spread out branches

creating a collage as far as the eye could see.


The children took what they needed

went home through the wet streets

pockets filled with stones and leaves

which they'd play with in their back gardens

until their bemused parents

called them in for dinner.


Afterwards, deep into the plot of a book

they'd sip their hot chocolate

and dream of tomorrow's adventures.

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