Childhood Visions

Modern, plastic playground.

Thoughts of childhood

That’s not mine.

No memories.

Only thoughts of kids trapped in plastic.

Old-fashioned, wooden playground,

Old-fashioned, wooden swing set,

Happy, refreshing thoughts of my own childhood,

Thoughts of swinging in trees!

Secret hiding places,

Hide-and-seek,

And untamed spirits of wood.

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