Michael Reston


When No One Swings On The Swing Set - Poem by Michael Reston

We go to the park when it's raining
And sit at a table and dream
When no one is ‘prancing’ near
We like watching sun's dieing beams

We go to the park when it's dreary
And stroll at a comfortable pace
When no one's crowding the walkways
The park's our favorite place

We go to the park when it's cooling
And light up a warm cigarette
When kids aren't making a racket
The temperature is never a threat

We walk to the park when lights out
And dark calls in elves to play
We like our park when nights out
And no one swings the swing set

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 25, 2011


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