Return to the Plastic Utopia

Twisted metal and shapeless form;

From thou appendages do we adorn.

Jungle gym.

Downward tumble and quickening pace;

Land on your feet, not on your face.

Slide.

Soaring seats and skyward bound;

Glide through the air, high above the ground.

Swings.

One flies up and one falls down;

From equal sides comes a laughing sound.

Seesaw.

Squeaking rubber and players short and tall;

Miss your shot and the ball will fall.

Basketball court.

Wooden frame and a rocking spring;

This mighty steed can do anything.

Spring rider.

I come back to the playground of my youth.

I return to the plastic utopia.