In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Ode to a playground
There are live in graves Where I used to play Cramped houses Looking all proud and clean Destined to become slums All dumped on The orchards of my childhood The woods where I played

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Ode to a playground
There are live in graves Where I used to play Cramped houses Looking all proud and clean Destined to become slums All dumped on The orchards of my childhood The woods where I played
Dreams flying away
In an excess of real life
The stars just don’t care
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Today’s prompt is.
Ode to a playground
A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.