The Playmates Poem by Enikanoselu Seyi

In those days I remember,
We, I with my other friends,
After the closing bell jingles,
Would run to our various houses,
Which were not far from one another,
And would return in no time.

With our mothers' old wrappers,
We constructed ropes,
Strong enough to hold our tiny body.

We tied them to the branches of close-by tree,
To make swings for our evening play.

Each passed the Twilight of the twist merrily.

The one on the swing saw the world,
More elusive and confusing than
The one standing for his turn.