Holiday Time

Holiday Time *

 

The creaky gate is

Silent now

From the swinging children

Who had entered

In to retrieve

That out-bounded ball.

No more sandwiches slip

Between the mesh of the fence.

Parents, pressed and stressed,

Do not stride upon

The asphalt that

Has borne the same kind of cargo

For decades.

Teachers no longer

Stand sentinel

As students file out to

Awaiting family cars.

School yard comes to rest,

It’s holiday time.

 

* Holiday time would be described as vacation in some cultures.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 24 September 2016

Author: simonfalk28

Country lad, Focussing on verse.

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