Sunday In the Park

Dogs of every shape and size
On leashes pass by, prancing,
While breezes from the river blow
And set the leaves to dancing.

Balls are tossed and trees are climbed
As sweat-stained joggers, bouncing,
Make tracks around the strollers,
Like their fitness they're announcing.

Families and friends converse 
And benches fill, inviting
The readers and observers
And a certain poet, writing.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Mcleod Avatar
May 28, 2019 at 9:45 AM
I liked the first 6 lines. Very poetic. Trev.
Wolf Avatar
May 21, 2019 at 8:45 PM
I love this style -- the writer detached, observing her/him self. Bravo. Nicely done, Ilene! ~ gw
Krutsinger Avatar
May 19, 2019 at 5:33 PM
I like picturing those sweating backs impatiently jogging around strollers, probably a bit peeved they are "in their way" as you photograph them all with your mighty photo-pen Ilene.
Allison Avatar
May 19, 2019 at 4:57 PM
I am sure many folks just take it all for granted but you bring the scene to life before our eyes. I wonder how many people would realise you are observing them:-) hugs jan xx
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