The Park

My neighborhood park was across the street Sometimes supine, in a patch of clover Look to the sky watch jets fly over Close my eyes and be in the pilot's seat Going somewhere to an island retreat Maybe have wealth, be the island's owner Have a big car with a private chauffeur Buy all the cake and ice cream I could eat Just lay in the clover and wish sometimes Pretend I was a famous movie star Hang out with "The Duke" or The Lone Ranger I would wear his mask for a cool disguise Mom would call and I'd come back from afar My neighborhood park, there was no danger Feb 15- 2016 An original poem by Daniel Turner