The children play down in the street
I hear the sound of running feet
Their laughter rises in the air
Oh how I wish that I were there !
But I’m contented just to see
Their happy faces filled with glee
They chase each other round the park
It’s summer, they will play till dark !
Then when the games have tired all
And early stars signal nightfall
One recollects it’s time to say
Sleep tight, it’s been a precious day !
Claire V. Bogdanos 