I can hear the monkey bars talking,
About what is in store.
About where they’ve all gone,
Why they aren’t here anymore.
The sidewalks are empty,
We can see the plain brown.
It’s hard to imagine,
They were once filled with sound.
Feeling the Sunshine, Spring 2020
An EHS Student Special Feature Publication
The sound of the red hopping over to yellow,
Where the purple and green would sit and be mellow.
Where the swirls of pink, and orange, and blue
Would wave, and shout hello, as if talking to you.
But now it is silent.
The colors don’t speak.
Instead the depressing darkness,
Doesn’t utter a peep.
The blacktop,
Where they used to jump and play,
Is now deserted,
Where are they?
The words of, “Recess!”
Brought such joy to our ear,
But now no one speaks,
It is silent, all year.
Except for the chittering and chattering of birds,
The gossip from the monkey bars that can be overheard.
But silence still looms,
Because no one comes near.
The restlessness we know,
Has just disappeared.
Tape wrapped around us,
Blocking us off,
Where are the kids,
Why have their visits stopped?