Poem - I Hear

When I think of Rainbows End

I hear sounds like children throwing balls. 

Children having fun tapping their shoes. 

Children crying. 

Parents gulping drinks.

People eating crunchy hamburgers

Cars vrooming and backing into car parks. 

That time I went home I told my family about what I heard.

And there, just outside the rollercoaster

as if it had never ceased to be.

But I only needed to be listened to 

The air blowing leaves down from the trees