At the playpark

They mount on the seasaw, she sits on a swing, the others are on a roundabout spinning in a ring..up and down the two brothers go, both are twins of similar size you know, so the seasaw is well balanced, each lad weighs the same weight, as they push off the floor with their scuffed shoes in a state

Chanting childrens nursery rhymes Susie holds on to the chains, she pulls herself in and then pushes out as she strains.. back and forth with all her might she uses her legs as leverage tho she’s only slight..while the roundabout goes round and around and around and around, faster and faster with a rackety sound..they meet in the playground each and every day where they swing then spin and jump in play..Oh what exertion and energy, full of get up and go, as free as a bird.. and the winds that blow

Susie and the twin brothers, Matthew and Mark live along the lane just opposite the playpark..but their other school friends are from along the road on another street, Stephen, Sydney, Clara and Pete..with three more chums from ‘Hampden Court, they sit in the class at school where they are taught..from nine to three thirty they learn their lessons thinking about the playground at the end of the sessions.. then as soon as the teacher rings the hometime bell, they collect their satchels and run like gazelles