The Park

Saturday afternoon with a few moments to kill Took a ride by the park up on Dutch Hill My mind went back to a time and place When I wore a little boy’s smile on my face So much had changed since those innocent days I drifted back through the years where a child plays I played in the sandbox and rode the swing Climbed the monkey bars in the Early Spring I remembered church picnics and being there after dark Playing cowboys and Indians with my friends in the park We rode the sliding board and climbed in the trees Spraining our ankles and skinning our knees Sometimes we gazed at the stars while we lied on the ground Or tried to see how fast we could push the merry go round We learned from each other as we grew up back then And drifted apart as we became women and men We played from sun up until it was dark The best years of our lives were spent at the park