Garden Play Poem by Paul Reed

In this garden the young ones would feast
Gorging on the joys that play can bring
And though the clamour has now all but ceased
The echoes of excitement still ring;

The swing frame is rusted
And coming apart at the seams
The bouncy castle is busted
And floated away on past dreams;

The slide looks too small now
It's frame is all corroded
The last ten years somehow
Have been dismantled and decoded;

It is my purpose now to renew
To replenish and replace
To make this a joyful place for you
To keep sacred this special space.