Park

Look you, to the path
Through the copse 
A soft floor of mulch
Bushes tucked in clumps
And across the vale 
And on out beyond
You can just make out Park
And the 7-Eleven
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Sambourne Avatar
March 1, 2021 at 6:34 PM
Funny, clever poem, Belden. The intrusion of the corner store on nature is a nice turn, indeed. Best wishes, Brian
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March 2, 2021 at 10:55 AM
Thanks Brian, My friend said it is Americana but the first line is from Hamlet ''—look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament.'' It is one of the few of mine that I can recite from memory so it gets a lot of mileage :D
Ermine Avatar
November 10, 2020 at 3:33 PM
... That's about right...! It becomes increasingly difficult to take ourselves conveniently to a place which feels untainted by man-made development..... Thanks for your succinct poinant observation, dear Belden.
Raiser Avatar
November 10, 2020 at 4:02 PM
I live so far back in the woods that we have to pipe in the sunlight. I have fond memories of walking with my cousins to the 7-eleven when we visited my grandmothers in the city. Would not want to live there. Thank you Sigrid.
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