Play At The Playground

By Sarah Barwaniwala

In the playground, we sat on the swings

That made us feel like we had wings.

Next, we went to the slide

Which was a very joyful ride.

Elders chitchatting on the bench

Mischievous children jumping over the fence.

A few children rushed toward the ice cream man

Because the playground has no fans.

But what is buzzing and bitting all around

Oh no! Mosquitoes on the ground.

So the children pick up their bags and scurry

To go back home, hurry hurry hurry.

By Sarah Barwaniwala