Day At The Park Poem by Leslie Alexis

Day At The Park



Birds pick at the mulch
They refuse to let it all go
To the trees

Sweet songs are heard
But the source remains unseen
Camouflaged in winter worn trees

Mothers pay go-cart
With their bustling babes

Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis

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