After School - The Park

After school, on Mondays', when the weather is fine, me and my sister are allowed to go to our local park.

Mum Say's we are both big enough, now !

On the way to the park, we see, the post-man who always delivers at half-past four, sometimes he even knocks on peoples doors', he is always happy and says many, many hi's, to all the people who he flies-by.

At the park

There are many different things at the park.

There are swings'.

There's a roundabout, a sea-saw, tire belts and much more.

There's a football pitch, a biking track, a skate board alley, a old bench to munch lunch, we see many friends' who do jest that, at the park.

Sometimes our mum does lunch too, on that old bench, in the park before it gets very, very dark.


At the park

Before it gets very, very dark, we swing, we sing, we sea-saw, and play matador on the old green floor, where hopscotch used to be the theme, this is where we let off lots and lots of heated steam, on that old green floor, before it gets very, very dark, before we have to walk up our street to knock on our door, before dinner time, and much, much more

Me and my sister, that's what we do on Mondays', after school, but the best of all, is Mr flake, who sometimes calls at our local park, where he stops outside the green, where we have a huge ice cream, only sometimes', not all the time, mum says', with a huge beaming smile.