Fields that were once alive
With children running and laughing,
They've fallen silent.
Overgrown and ignored,
Abandoned in the cold months;
Hidden, Buried in the fingering stealth of the snow.
The parks that were once bustling with people,
Begging – Higher, higher!
With adults making idle small talk,
Trying to escape the heat.
They're empty now,
The once sought after swings;
Now stand dead still.
New adults come off the assembly line;
Clutching their qualifications close.
They seek shelter from the winter solstice
Jobs and children to distract them.
Childhood dies,
And then is reborn,
As summer solstice comes once more.
YOU ARE READING
Every Trick In The Book
ŞiirThis anthology of mostly narrative poems mostly revolves around real people's stories. People's real stories of war and peace, of love and heartbreak, of alcoholism and loss; they have been immortalized in this anthology.
