I can remember the weathered wood of the swing-set.
The sun in my eyes, the wind in my hair.
As i watched the sun set,
The scent of freshly cut grass filled the air.
Colorful flowers cover the ground.
The rusted metal of the swings.
Bugs of all colors fly around
Newly arrived birds spread their wings
The tall grass, up to my knees.
The popsicle all over my face.
All the buzzing of the bees,
I will never forget this place...
