Seasonal Walks In the Park

baseball, bird, change, childhood, games, holiday, lost, “Seasonal Walks in the Park!” A walk in the park after a springtime morning rainfall Is to hear the droplets fall from bent branches overhead That can shock and moisten one’s brow walking below And make note on the many water stains spotting the lanes The grasses have turned into rich shiny green blades Water drops remaining give individual blades sparkle And soon the lawns will need to be mowed often And made and kept ready for park picnics and games The dissolving clouds open gaps for sun rays piercings Adding sunbeam warmth down on upturned faces The sun-warm breezes will temp visitors to carry their coats And others perhaps persuaded in removing their shoes and socks Some will have their feet dampened on the grass from droplets of dew As they venture and tread about the newly showered lawns The blades of grass will squeak when running shoes tramp through And if recently cut than grass blades will stick between bared toes Spring’s love potion is inhaled and felt by all touring about Seasoning desires for familiarity towards the fairer sex From past haunts of pleasantly spent park delights Where wooing couples will be affected to a time stand still The early morning rainbow has faded and day’s clear skies are imminent The air fresh from receding mists mingle heavenly and tweak the nose Dew worms break through and inch their way along above ground Turning out from under the now soft rain moistened soil This stirs the well-known smell of earth worms movements And birds sing out invitations for all to join in this feed Mother birds will return and hungry hatchlings will have first kills And fathers will be released then of their nest guard duties for this share All daytime and nighttime visitors will become love-struck In their search for springtime’s romancing love calls to one another The park comes awake to the frenzy and welcomes young and old To meet, greet, and form new and old friendships offered all around The park's excitement is truly felt when a love-knot becomes first tied Crawling babies born from previous spring time passions will be noted They will learn the high-step toddle soon enough bringing them to romp Once they have experienced that first feel of having to crawl on prickly grass Young voices are heard mingling along with loud hand claps All friendly ‘high-fives’ are brandied about within the new met groups This is an all- time game ritual passed between friendships bonding All this showmanship will form new team players for ball-park games The ice-rink’s wooden forms are being removed and taken away for another year Memories of skating parties last held are brought to surface The recall of being half frozen and then thawed When invited to sip a mug of hot chocolate steaming and full-bodied A freshly painted baseball diamond will replace the rink area now This ball field will bring many ball park players to home-plate While proving to others they are ‘out of bounds’ Their devotion to play after school and during holidays is well kept The flapping and snapping of new kites sound overhead Straining their ties against the cruel breezes putting them down Watchers walking about are made to feel free The breezes jostle skirt and pant legs to tease about Children are held clasped in grown-up hands to hold them fast Their first walk about in the park has been a long time put on hold Even the elderly are childlike and have a bounce given to their step Walking around the park’s perimeter evolves a lifetime’s returning event A seasonal change brings about new and different facades to the parkland And they never fail to have a special allure to draw all outdoors No matter what the weather call that day or night will bring Walkers are in want of fresh-air walks found in the park grounds And dogs always have to reacquaint themselves to the lay of the parkland Their bones need burying for great hunts in all seasons to become lost and found They love to leave their markings on pure white snow banks as calling cards The park sees all and sees to all that visit and never will tell tales of any kind!