Playground Motion Poem by Vera Sidhwa

He skipped twenty to the left, she hopped ten to the right.
They held hands then ran in circles,
They grabbed each other's waist, to do a silly dance.

She slipped in the sandbox, his face received a sand shower,
He sprinkled sand on her socks, she shoveled spadefuls on his shoes.

They laughed and chased each other, they made faces at each other,
They ran toward each other, they ran away from each other.

This playground dance if preferred,
Would save this world
From it's crises laden ways,
And the heavy price it pays
For losing it's childhood.