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The School Yard

The School Yard. By Lacey Johnson. It starts in stillness and ends in silence Bare and purposeless for those quiet hours The moments in between All the life that it holds But for that short time it breathes. A bell rings; it comes to life with the pound of running feet

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The School Yard

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  1. The School Yard By Lacey Johnson

  2. It starts in stillness and ends in silence Bare and purposeless for those quiet hours The moments in between All the life that it holds But for that short time it breathes

  3. A bell rings; it comes to life with the pound of running feet Sharp bursts of laughter, shouts and hellos New sounds emerge And blend confusingly In a strange cacophony of sound

  4. The soft whip of a circling tetherball string And the ring of a bounced rubber ball And the snap as a Jump rope smacks Rhythmically on the pavement

  5. Now and then pleasant sounds are interrupted Halting laughter with cries of distress The thud of falling bodies The raw sting of skinned knees Rough pebbles embedded into the skin Playground monitors with tired eyes intervene Offering comfort in the form of band-aids A tissue to dry tears A pat on the back And harmony is restored once again

  6. The smell of plastic in the sun And the aroma of grassy fields Mingle with dirt, With blood and sweat Fusing in a scent unique and free

  7. Bright shirts and jean shorts blur together Zipping down slides and climbing on bars And tennis shoes run Across faded yellow lines Painted long ago on the asphalt

  8. The bell rings again and it is silent once more The only sounds the ghostly echoes Of laughter and tears And the creak of a Swing swaying slowly in the wind

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