The Busy Park
By Steffani H. Gilligan
Families out playing.
A girl on a tricycle,
Tries to keep up,
With dad on a bicycle.
A car alarm screams,
Littering the air.
Girls on a swing set.
Learning how to share.
A newspaper blows,
Rolling over and over.
We sit in the grass,
Searching for clover.
A gentle breeze blows,
The clouds all about.
Loud outside voices,
Get to laugh and to shout.
In the distance I hear,
A playful dog bark.
It’s a lovely Spring day,
At our neighborhood park.
This little spot on Earth,
Is my favorite park.
My mom’s only request:
“Please, be home before dark.”
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