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The School Yard
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Transcript of The School Yard
THE SCHOOL YARDBy Lacey Johnson
It starts in stillness and ends in silenceBare and purposeless for those quiet hoursThe moments in betweenAll the life that it holdsBut for that short time it breathes
A bell rings; it comes to life with the pound of running
feetSharp bursts of laughter, shouts and hellos
New sounds emerge
And blend confusingly
In a strange cacophony of sound
The soft whip of a circling tetherball stringAnd the ring of a bounced rubber ballAnd the snap as a Jump rope smacksRhythmically on the pavement
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 interveneOffering comfort in the form of band-aidsA tissue to dry tearsA pat on the backAnd harmony is restored once again
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
Bright shirts and jean shorts blur togetherZipping down slides and climbing on barsAnd tennis shoes runAcross faded yellow linesPainted long ago on the asphalt
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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