Writing Activity Describe A Park Or Playground

They drove a couple of miles down a rough country road—having turned off the highway and then off a decent unpaved country road—and found a place for cars to park, with no cars in it at present. A sign was painted on a board and needed retouching: “caution. deep-holes.

Alice Munro, “Deep Holes

The spot he found was in a little town called Fortune. There was a park on the outskirts, beside a river, and a gravelled space for cars. He settled the seat back, and at once fell asleep. Evening had come on as it did now, around suppertime, proving that this wasn’t a summer day after all. A short while ago, people had been having a Thanksgiving picnic here—there was still some smoke rising from the outdoor fireplace, and the smell of hamburgers in the air. The smell did not make Grace hungry, exactly—it made her remember being hungry, in other circumstances.

Alice Munro, “Passion
by Aurelius Battaglia, for the Good Old Summertime in The Fireside Book of Favorite American Songs, from a 360 page hardback music book 1955

Spring. As the people leave the road for the grass their eyes become fixed and dreamy like the eyes of people wading in the warm sea. There are no daisies yet, but the sweet smell of the grass rises, rises in tiny waves the deeper they go. The trees are in full leaf. As far as one can see there are fans, hoops, tall rich plumes of various green. A light wind shakes them, blowing them together, blowing them free again; in the blue sky floats a cluster of tiny white clouds like a brood of ducklings. The people wander over the grass — the old ones inclined to puff and waddle after their long winter snooze; the young ones suddenly linking hands and making for that screen of trees in the hollow or the shelter of that clump of dark gorse tipped with yellow — walking very fast, almost running, as though they had heard some lovely little creature caught in the thicket crying to them to be saved.

On the top of a small green mound there is a very favourite bench. It has a young chestnut growing beside it, shaped like a mushroom. Below the earth has crumbled, fallen away, leaving three or four clayey hollows — caves — caverns — and in one of them two little people had set up house with a minute pickaxe, an empty match box, a blunted nail and a shovel for furniture.

Katherine Mansfield, “See Saw
William Winter (1909-1996) 1947
Olly and Me by Shirley Hughes
Olly and Me by Shirley Hughes
Olly and Me by Shirley Hughes
Olly and Me by Shirley Hughes
Counting in All Around Me by Shirley Hughes
Counting in All Around Me by Shirley Hughes
Counting in All Around Me by Shirley Hughes
Counting in All Around Me by Shirley Hughes
by Ilonka Karasz (1896-1981) 1940 polio playground
This New Yorker cover by Ilonka Karasz (1896-1981) shows a playground during the polio epidemic in 1940.

Header illustration: Henry Nelson O’Neil – A Picnic