Parks Poems

Even Slums Have Parks

I walked as a grey kid
lost in his own hometown streets.

When my slow mind
began to see more clearly
it saw brick dusted air
and a sunlight blotched with yesterday's scabs.

There were small parks in that part of the city,
where the shabby slept and fornicated,
a wilted grass
was dotted with used condoms
and patchworked with dog urine.

We thought it fine
to

Ode To Michael Parks

Only a few
make a pact
with the wind

Only a few
know the joy
there within

Free of the shadow
that follows
and stalks

Escaping
tomorrow
in moments recaught

Horizons lie waiting
as pilgrims
embark

Voices like magnets
pull light
from the dark

Only a few
hear the music
on high

Through handlebar
portals
— embraced by the sky

(Dreamsleep: May, 2025)

Protect Our Parks

Such a beautiful day to go for a hike in a national park
The contrast of stunning scenery against garbage strewn everywhere is stark
These parks are for all of us to enjoy, but we need to show our respect
If we see anybody littering the ground we need to report it to the ranger to have him

Rosa Parks

Rosa took a stand 
by taking a seat :)
making a strong point
with dignity sweet :D



 [I read her autobiography for Black History Month; always admired her, but a big fan of her now!]

An Assault On All That Is Sacred And Beautiful

An Assault On All That Is Sacred And Beautiful 
Standing by the canyon rim
The couple embrace
“How beautiful, still”
Are their last words 
*
Two old men
With tears in their eyes
Look out over the canyon
Kicking the dirt hard
*
A boy holds tight 
His father's hand
As they watch 
The flight of an eagle
*
A girl with 
Arm around
Her mother's waist
Reads the

Let Us Go To Amusement Parks

Let us go to Amusement Parks
To lay new sorrows on their feet:
With sighs show sorrows’ tiger marks
And have them make sad stories sweet…

Let us go to Amusement Parks
For more exciting ways to greet
Keep asked appointment with the Clarkes
And dare to Melancholy beat…

Let us go to Amusement Parks
To streaming tears finally dry,
Like clashing wires let out

Barrens

abandoned parklands
filled with decaying dreamscapes…
frozen wine cooler

Parks Places People

Illustration Caption: Frederick Law Olmsted,
father of American Landscape Architecture,
at "El Capitan" iconic summit, Yosemite, CA,
in 1865.


Olmsted saw verdant paths of our core.
Urban sprawl separated at a cost
that let us know nature and adore.
Those who wander find awe is not lost.

Wilderness lands surely shape our view,
songs of soil, stone 'n star, none too far.
See what we,

Q

She sits in her old four door car
Jittery as a stick shift
All day every day

An old fashion woman
Smoking a pack of Camels
With all the windows rolled up

Goldfish
Staring out
Blowing bubbles in her dirty bowl
To the trolling park people

Who step from their slick driverless SUVs
Into the woods
With their dogs properly leashed

If only they knew
The poetry she was

Dreams Balloons Geese Parks

Balloons Geese Parks
David J Walker

The man in the park
With balloons for sale 

Dreams are a penny a piece
Balloons float away said Daddy that day

Shall we give one to the Geese
Shall we send a prayer 

Into the air 
Shall we thank them for their song

Shall we watch for flight 
In the mornings light

Shall we cheer them

Family Plot

Family Plot
David J Walker

Grandfathers
	Grandmothers

Sisters and brothers
	Fathers and mothers

Lay beneath the covers of
Grasses and flowers

In parks platted for the souls
Of bygone times 

The roles once played between the 
Clocks eternal chimes now

Call to the stones growing at the head
Naming names 

	Telling the tales
Of the dead hours 

Decorated in drying flowers
For the dying mourners 

Of annual visits

City of Parks

Drawing up its seating
Of relaxation
By what tree-blown, o'erflown
Of pleasure cloud, bird
Do these cities, coarse-heard
Graciousness take on.

How more so, park-guided
Down whose paths are, nights
Albeit eve's chill lit
Old-style lamped! Warmer!
For its theatre's farther,
Cafe's, pub's strewed lights.

Melbourne

Rosa Parks

Stubborn refusal by Rosa Parks
     to up from her bus seat set off sparks...

 that ignited flames of Civil Rights movement.
     'Twas a legendary, watershed moment!



 Submitted for...
Clerihew Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Date written: 12/18/2020

Parks and Kids

winter summer of fall
they love it all
no matter it snow
park where kids go
 some play after dark
i know  i did
PARKS AND KIDS

Summer Parks and Kids

they love it
stay and do all this
they love the swing
all that summer brings
in back my mind
going back time
think  as kid what i did
ITS THE
SUMMER
PARKS AND KIDS

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