The Park Contest
The Park Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Somewhere between a toddler and a teen,
I carried visions of my future days.
It was just us, my sweetest friend Christine,
at our neighborhood park we loved to play.
Wiffle ball, pizza boxes as bases,
mother made the home plate using rubber.
Used chalk as a starting line in races,
Christine struggled, while I was a slugger.
Walking Coco without using a leash,
such a time of innocence not peril.
No danger jumping in the piles of leaves,
playing past sundown spinning the windmill.
I dreamed of showing my children the park,
But commercial real estate broke my heart.
Date Written: February 15, 2016
Poetry Form: Shakespearean Sonnet
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