The Playground

• Lucinda Isert, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2018

Class is so boring,
Talking with my friends,
Some kids are snoring,
but then it all ends.
Suddenly the bell goes…
Everyone is ready to have some fun,
They all run outside to get their lunch,
Out in the playground is where they run,
They are starting to eat their lunch, munch, munch, munch.
You can sit under the tree that grows juicy pear,
Or you can play hopscotch or tips with your friends.
Beautiful bluebirds singing in the tree,
The playground is such a happy place to be.