Parks Poems
Written in stone
by Priyanka Rath
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
......
Playing on Swings
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
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...”
......
Love Our Parks
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
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...
......
Our Monkey Hill
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
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...
......
Our Monkey Hill
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
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...
......
Playing on Swings
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
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...”
......
Love Our Parks
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
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...
......
Written in stone
by Priyanka Rath
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
......
