Poetry
1 min
A Little Way Back
Kaitlynn Tran
The dusk that settles as soft as a summer's breath,
a path of stillness and faith.
The trees still swayed, the fence was low,
The past came drifting, soft and slow.
a path of stillness and faith.
The trees still swayed, the fence was low,
The past came drifting, soft and slow.
The swings, oh how high they soared
My feet kicking towards the sky I adored
While the breeze caught my hair just right
The universe was beneath my feet in flight
The slide that shone with promise ever bright
The climb, so slow, yet the ride so free
With a puff of air, a thrill, I'd set on,
Letting the rush of gravity push me down.
The monkey bars, what a daring climb!
Each reach a challenge, each a different point in time
My little hands would grip, my little heart would race,
my little face grinned as I swung with grace
The tanbark which held kingdoms so grand,
A soft foundation, rough yet sweet.
Castles rose from the scattered wood,
Every dream deeply understood.
Now the swings are quiet and still,
The slide rather faded and yet I feel,
A warmth of better days in my chest
A place of rest
I carry the echoes and the soft refrains,
with simpler days on my brain
The silent playground in my mind
A space where dreams and hopes never break
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