Stone lovers under the tree
Stealing shy moments from the world
Arches rained with bouganvillea
Picturesque cliches
Those stones though
In the pillars, in the benches
On the pavement, along the path
Hold witness to so many moments
Like;
The group of house wives
......
Who grew up playing on swing sets...
Spending hours with no parents around...
Trying to swing as high as we could...
Until the poles lifted up out of the ground...
Remember swinging higher and higher...
Telling your little brother to try and fly...
“It’s ok, little Johnnie, you can do it...
Just jump out the swing and aim for the sky...”
......
There once was a time...
When the park was free...
Where families came together...
To simply play and be...
As friends and family...
We enjoyed a life...
Free from daily struggles...
From everyday strife...
......
I love how the Spanish moss
Hangs from the tall oak trees...
As it blows softly back and forth
In the early fall’s cool breeze...
Our lush green parks
Bring us so much life and pleasure...
We should love our parks
And treat them like a natural treasure...
......
There once was a time...
When the park was free...
Where families came together...
To simply play and be...
As friends and family...
We enjoyed a life...
Free from daily struggles...
From everyday strife...
......
Who grew up playing on swing sets...
Spending hours with no parents around...
Trying to swing as high as we could...
Until the poles lifted up out of the ground...
Remember swinging higher and higher...
Telling your little brother to try and fly...
“It’s ok, little Johnnie, you can do it...
Just jump out the swing and aim for the sky...”
......
I love how the Spanish moss
Hangs from the tall oak trees...
As it blows softly back and forth
In the early fall’s cool breeze...
Our lush green parks
Bring us so much life and pleasure...
We should love our parks
And treat them like a natural treasure...
......
Stone lovers under the tree
Stealing shy moments from the world
Arches rained with bouganvillea
Picturesque cliches
Those stones though
In the pillars, in the benches
On the pavement, along the path
Hold witness to so many moments
Like;
The group of house wives
......