Feeling the Sunshine, Spring 2020
An EHS Student Special Feature Publication
Where have they gone? by Anna Bemiss
Where are the scurrying feet?
Where are the explorers?
The business I used to know,
Am I being ignored?
The sun still sets,
The rain still falls,
The wind still whistles,
The woodland still crawls.
But something is different.
Something is off.
The laughter and joy
Has now turned to coughs.
No one comes near,
No one still climbs,
I can vaguely remember
The shouting of rhymes.
The little hands,
Would hold onto my rails so dear,
They used to imagine a monster drew near.
They used to sing songs,
And race around the square.
Why is there emptiness everywhere?
The scraped knees,
And slipping and sliding,
Would always result,
In somebody crying.
But they would stand up,
And dust off the wooden chips,
For they knew that the scrape,
Would be mended and kissed.
They would soar to the moon,
And kick with lust,
But now the empty swing sets squeak with rust.