The Playground

Two kids jumped on a trampoline,

pretended they were birds flying.

But their feet always touched the ground.

Teeter totter of emotions.

Standing up trying not to fall.

But their feet always touched the ground.

Laughing they leapt down, hearts full—free.

Instead they ran straight for the swings,

So their feet wouldn’t touch the ground.

Running fast across the way, they

are laughing, dancing, hearts in air.

But their feet always touched the ground.

They swung high, as high as can be.

One said let’s jump, one took the leap.

It’s true—love is like a playground.

Poetry

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Hi! My name is Rachel. I love to write. Write about life, love, and reflect on how the past builds the future. Mostly, I love to tell stories because I believe there is something about stories that brings the world closer together. You can check out some of my writing reflections here at Rachel Writes.

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