Echoes of the Playground
“Some childhood memories never grow old,They simply become echoes in our heart.” Laughter once rose with the morning sun,Little feet raced and games were begun.The swings whisper, the tall trees sway,Holding the sweet secrets of yesterday. A whistle once called us: “Come, it’s time!”And small victories felt like a mountain climb.We laughed, we fell, we … Read more
