Playtime
I walk round the playground, not looking,
just kicking the stones by the wall.
I walk round the playground, not looking,
not caring, not caring at all
that everyone’s laughing and running,
that everyone else has a friend.
I walk round the playground, not looking,
just wishing that playtime would end.
just kicking the stones by the wall.
I walk round the playground, not looking,
not caring, not caring at all
that everyone’s laughing and running,
that everyone else has a friend.
I walk round the playground, not looking,
just wishing that playtime would end.
This poem is copyright (©) Rhona Stephens 2025
About the Writer
Rhona Stephens
Rhona Stephens grew up in Northern Ireland and now lives in Scotland. She loves words and music, living in the country and visiting the coast, especially the north coast of Ireland. You can find her poems for children in Tyger Tyger, The Toy, Parakeet, Dirigible Balloon, PaperBound and Charles Causley Trust.
