In the park
It’s busy on the see-saw,
Long and strong lifting
Children balancing.
Fulcrum still standing
Holding this simple machine.
At night, sitting there all cold, wet and lonely
Is the see-saw
Waiting for excited children to return.
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What a lovely poem about a simple machine - the humble see-saw.
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Mrs Raj
I love your poem Lisiate. You have made this so much more interesting by describing the see-saw as a machine rather than just a playground toy.
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Mrs Burt
PS I notice you have had an extraordinary number of visitors to your blog. This is amazing to see a child's blog with 32, 271 views. You are famous!