'The Park' by Tracey Smith
There is a park not far from here. It's a place called Pickering Lodge
I spent many happy days there, playing in the playground.
Mum and Dad pushing me on the roundabout, they helped me when I fell
On the swings I shall go, being pushed to and fro
Higher and higher as you go, up to the sky and down below.
I jumped on the climbing frame as happy as can be
Climbing up and up all the way
i sit at the top and wave 'hello' watching people as they go.
I ran to the slide and stood at the bottom, as I climbed up step by step
It looks so high to reach the sky with my little legs I climb on
I thanked God I made it up, it's easy going down, get ready here I come
Just close your eyes and slide all the way.
I am coming Mum I am coming I cried, hold out your arms I am coming for the ride
Hold on mummy my foot is stuck! Let me help you said someone behind me
Don't be afraid, I will not harm you, she took out my foot that was trapped in the side of the slide.
Thank you I shouted as I slid down the slide.