The Park

They come from everywhere
For a stroll in the park
And even the joggers
To make their mark.
Parents bring kids
Before it is dark
For the simple sightings—
Trees, squirrels, lark.
Now and again,
A dog might bark
But they're mostly quiet—
Enjoying the park.
Fresh green grass
Like carpet—spread
Azalea, dogwood
And flower bed.
Fountain and geyser,
With misty spray.
Benches and lamp lights
Adorn the way.
A stroll in the park
With loved one, or friend,
Makes one wish
That it'd never end.

© Wakterrean Salley