A Parks Hymn
sounds of joy
laughter
and soft tears
small aches
and sore toes
swing sets facing north
near the bottom
of the forest
jet streams are heard near by
while the wretched crow
calls my name
written by Mrs. Yolanda joy Nicholsen
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