“Up and down, high and low,
Above, the sun glows,
Never want to go slow,
Into my hair the wind blows.”
 
This is what I hold in my mind,
The fondest memory I’d like to share.
Don’t think it's childish, it’s all mine.
What you have to say, why do I care?

Seesawing is the best,
Especially for the young ones.
From dawn till dusk without a rest,
Going back for more after only once.
 
Could’ve been busy with pots and pans,
But I’d rather play out there.
Or fallen in love with paper fans;
What do you know if you don’t dare?

Would you like to try
This game in my favorite field?
Now the weather is dry,
Fun moments this will yield!

*Photo credit Mike Anderson from Pexels