Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
It does not matter
Where you are:
Jungle, mountain
Old or new,
Plastic, wood
Or bamboo, too.
There is play here
To be had
If you wish to …
And you do.
For Terri’s Sunday Stills: Playground
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I love this, Na’Ama! The picture is pretty and shows a playground with imagination waiting to be utilized! I always look forward to your wonderful poems and perspectives on Sunday Stills!
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Thank, you, Terri! The most amazing thing about this playground was that it was not some prop, but the day-in-day-out playground for that village, set as it was by thatched roof huts and rice paddies and foot paths. Children played there. Climbing the ladder and sliding on the holey-wood slide that looked to offer more friction than slip, and pumping their legs and hanging on their bellies on the plastic-rope swings, every movement shaking the whole structure. This was a playground alive, even as it was also oddly solitary, too.
Thank you for this great prompt. 🙂 Always happy to participate!
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Sometimes the simplicity of the play apparatus promote the most creativity!
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True, that! 🙂
Personally, I was partial to climbing trees and swinging off of branches. The two board-tied-to-metal-chains-tied-to-metal-pipes swings at the gravel playground (the two swings WERE the playground) at the end of our street were still fun to experiment with jumping off of mid-flight. Sometimes gravity won.
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If you wish to…
And you do.
Yep, I am in.
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Really, it is all about play, isn’t it? Doesn’t matter what the structure is made of, if it’s an opportunity to play, then it’s grand.
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You got it! Exactly!!!
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