Playground

See the little children, innocently play,
All in the park on this fine Spring day.
See the power struggles, the sneaky little pinch,
The playground bully, who won’t give an inch.
See the timid cower, afraid to have a go,
Where laughter and happiness make other faces glow.
Up and down the slippery-dip, on the roundabout,
A range of reactions from whimper to shout.
All the little children, innocently play,
Learning how to be adults, on a fine Spring day.