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Children’s voices crying out and laughing loud and clear Like an orchestra of sound for everyone to hear The bass starts first, parental leave gives go ahead to play The marching beat as kids go forth and out into the day A trumpet hail for company is raised from door to door The flute returns, the oboe too accompanied by more The fun begins on strings and swings go back and forth with speed All cares and woes are flung away percussion takes the lead A drumroll raises up the stakes a dangerous new move Chromatic scales, gymnastic fails the cymbal’s sharp reprove The roundabout reveals the chorus repeating the refrain The highs, the lows and all between All voices sing again The seesaw conversation starts bassoons begin up high The oboes and an English horn ascend into the sky A far away note penetrates the happy symphony A lone voice trills with increased speed and calls out ‘Time for Tea’ As kids go home the conductor Bows and takes his leave The park is left in quietness notes floating in the breeze
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
The Playground
Children’s voices crying out and laughing loud and clear Like an orchestra of sound for everyone to hear The bass starts first, parental leave gives go ahead to play The marching beat as kids go forth and out into the day A trumpet hail for company is raised from door to door The flute returns, the oboe too accompanied by more The fun begins on strings and swings go back and forth with speed All cares and woes are flung away percussion takes the lead A drumroll raises up the stakes a dangerous new move Chromatic scales, gymnastic fails the cymbal’s sharp reprove The roundabout reveals the chorus repeating the refrain The highs, the lows and all between All voices sing again The seesaw conversation starts bassoons begin up high The oboes and an English horn ascend into the sky A far away note penetrates the happy symphony A lone voice trills with increased speed and calls out ‘Time for Tea’ As kids go home the conductor Bows and takes his leave The park is left in quietness notes floating in the breeze
#playground#children#music#orchestra
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Beaverlea
F/Cambridge, UK
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
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