A Day In the Park
On collecting my grandson
i asked where he would like to go
he said " The park to feed the ducks, Grandad"
"the park it is " Ashton, i said.
Was a mere ten minute stroll, to our local park
sun shining down, clear blue sky
approaching the gates,was an ice cream van
walking towards the animalS, icelollys in hand
Ashton`s eyes lit up, with happiness, when he seen the animals
we had carrots,cabbabe and bread for their feed
knelt feeding the rabbits,through a meshed fence
onto the duck pond, a balloon seller filling with heleium
On the corner of the mass of green lush fields
children playing, ballons taking to the sky
multitude of colours,children crying
parents back to buy more.
Paul beadnall. For Francine Roberts .. Happiness is a balloon.
17/72011
Copyright © Paul Beadnall | Year Posted 2011
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