Little Charlie at the Park by Tim Seston Little Charlie’s at the park Time to nap but it’s not dark So Mom and Dad to his surprise Brought him here to exercise Off he runs, eyes open wide Up he climbs and down the slide His dismount earns a perfect ten Up once more and down again A yawn escapes, no time to lose There is more at the park to choose Across the sand just past the cars He spots the metal monkey bars On the platform Charlie stands On tippy toes with outstretched hands He is too small, he needs some help So like a puppy, “Dad” he yelps Halfway he goes with just one pause Before his arms give up the cause Dad smiles at Mom, five minutes and Their son will be in la la land He races off to find a swing But you can tell he’s lost some zing He pulls his ankles to his knees And tries to pump above the trees Then all at once his legs go still His body sags, he’s lost his will The swing rocks back and forth then stops In the grass tired Charlie flops It’s time to go, a job well done Mom picks him up and hugs her son At home he thanks his Mom and Dad And dreams about the fun he had |