It's a lovely place to be in the sunshine.

A little boy takes his red tricycle to the top of the hill and sets off down it

And past the smell of dog pooh and evening picnics
in the clouding light the whole park applauds. Someone
even whoops when he pushes his steed back up.

His trousers have fallen down with the effort; other boys
are trying their luck on four wheels or two, taking refuge
from speed halfway on the grass or stopping altogether.

Four times he soaks the claps until on the fifth,
right at the bottom, he wobbles and falls.
The sky is suddenly full of balls and quiet

conversations between friends, just as it will be
later when he returns with his ride to the top
holding hands with a girl in a yellow patterned dress.