A Play Ground

What smiling still & blooming as of yore
Filling ones heart with memorys that are gone
& shades of pleasures that will bloom no more
To own familiar faces — aye not one
Of all those memorys now can stir my heart
Or find the boy within me — joys are gone
Tho here at leap frog oer each others backs
We tossed & jumped with many a merry heart
How could I think — when our rude shouts would crack
Echoes rude voice with hoarsness — that this part
Would be a solitude & bye & bye
Loose all its joyous playmates — & the track
Beaten with merry feet — oergrown & high
With grass that bids flowers smile & I to think & sigh
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