Sunday In the Park
While slowly walking through this lovely park
on Sunday at noon,
a warm day in June;
I hear the trillings of a meadowlark;
his song crisp and clean;
in oak trees so green.
And o’er the lake the summer breeze is blowing
as lovers in their dinghies slowly rowing.
I’m wishing you were here…
On monkey bars the joyful children play;
climb up to the top;
jump down with a plop.
Across the lawn a Frisbee sails away;
a dog is in chase,
and catches with grace.
While in the oak trees frisky squirrels playing;
along the path stroll lovers gently swaying.
I’m wishing you were here…
You see the happy fam’lies sharing time;
a picnic by lake
with hot dogs and cake.
The clowns and vendors, and even a mime
are all having fun
in warm summer sun.
A park so full of life and people caring;
a lovely afternoon and time for sharing,
and everywhere you see the lovers pairing.
I’m wishing you were here…
but feel your presence near.
May 19, 2018
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2018
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