Della Perry

Gold Star - 4,907 Points (Kingswinford)

The Park - Poem by Della Perry

When I was young
Say nine or ten
I'd rush to the park
At the end of our road
On my black, rusty bike
Pedaling so fast to get away, yet
I never fell off.
On the park I'd jump on a swing
Heave my arms
Stretch my legs
To and fro, to and fro
Oh how high I'd go
I felt so free!
Then just as I'd reach the sky
I would loose and fly off it.
I'f swing through the air like an acrobat
I never felt so alive
Then land with bent knees
My face lit up in
Childish glee.

Topic(s) of this poem: childhood


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2015



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