Tudor school

by translusantbutterfly (aka cc inc.)

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Tudor school

A place of memories

Where little kids play out their fantasy’s,

Some don’t understand

That they’re walking on a place

That has changed,

The wooden stretcher that I

Dearly loved, that now only the

Monkey bars are left from,

The friends that should be here,

Are gone, now only I am left,

to sit on the grass in an empty

Baseball field watching from afar,

The people making new memories.