Swing set riders And sliding board sliders And players On the merry-go –round Getting scratched up knees From climbing up trees Dirty sneakers From the mud on the ground Holding hands with his pal Ignoring scratch from the fall Shouting together Playing on, calling all Paying push –cart prices For their cool Italian ices And their lips Turned cherry and blue And they ride their bikes As they go on hikes Swatting nets As the butterflies flew They make choo-choo trains And have green grass stains And go fishing In the pond in the park They have fun in the sun While they play and they run Having fun Until the days are getting dark ( for a contest in poetry soup, the shaded stanza is my addition to her poem, ranked 3rd in the contest)