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 2024
About the Writer
Rhona Stephens
Rhona grew up in Northern Ireland, went to university in Wales, moved to England for a while, then headed north of the border to live in Scotland. She loves words and music, living in the country and visiting the coast - especially the north coast of Ireland.
