Wooden Playground

Childhood Memory

Wooden structure that plagues my mind

I sit and watch them tear you down

Rip up your swing set, crush your slide

It's all to much I just want to cry

 

You were the one my grammy took me too

My cousins And I ran around your grounds

Our laughter now haunts your gravesite

 

They said you were getting too old

creaking dangerously and giving kids splinters

Parents were yelling at you left and right

But I rememeber you in all your glory

 

You're tire swing and glimming slides

the "wave" bridge and the little cubby holes

The ones that were perfect for hide and seek games.

 

But now you are gone,

torn down and thrown away

Crazy colored plastic now resides

where you once stood so tall

 

Even though you are gone

You will never be forgotten

The joy you brought will forever be treasured

Author's Note

written for a writing Promt from the poetry club I am in

Prompt was: A place from your past or childhood, one that you are fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial!