The View From Arnold Park
How many pairs of eyes
have seen thee,
Oh, Arnold Park;
Oh, street of Siddhartha,
Calvin, and Luther,
Where squirrels leap and
snow mounts high
While cardinals-red sing their
"what-what" chorus?
A rush of wind-driven snow on
this wintry day
Asks the hidden sun to shine-down
its mercy on those of us,
who each day
Are blessed to see Arnold Park
As if for the first time.
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2007
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