Summer Ghosts

Empty, cracked,
    Sun-baked swing sways
Errily in ghostly breeze
    Of vacant summer.

The metal creaks,
   Chains clank, clank, clank
Against the echoing poles
    Of empty volley ball courts.

Silent of laughter.
Silent of yells and shouts.

The memory of playing children
     Stuck in silent errie screams of winds,
Rustling dried leaves on asphalt
      And the opressivness of the building.
Slides, bleachers, fences, black-tops
      And echoing halls.

Shadowed classrooms. All abandoned,
     Forgotten rusted and alone. Loningly waiting
The setting sun, waiting for tomorrow
     When life returns again.