
A park near our home, surrounded by farms, pastures, and horses. This is a favorite spot all days of the year, where imagination seems to run as wild as our kids. Here is yet another place of peace that warms and captures our hearts.
Crisp leaves the Color of apricots and Ginger ale Crunching beneath White rubber soles and Tiny toes the size of Newborn bunnies. A bouncy seesaw and Pumping swings, A rocking zip line bounces Against its spring, then they're Running fast to beat the Blades from losing All their green. The fields are quiet while Children laugh, Play with us! They plead. Summer's not yet done, They shriek with Ruddied cheeks. But the trees have been Dipped in brown caramel, Their rusted coppers quick to leave. And the breeze is Stronger than yesterday Then light fades Fast asleep.