Park Poem by Dez Clark

Empty swings just swinging there,
Falling leaves falling fair.
Gentle laughter of little kids
Sliding and playing for little bids.
Tiny falls skin tiny knees,
And dark night falls make tiny pleas.
The sun shimmers and glimmers.
The lake wrinkles and shivers.
Girls laughing and playing,
While boys are swimming and wading.
At the end of the day,
The tiresome kids walk away;
And as their mothers appear,
They hold out their arms so dear.
As they leave the happy place,
There seems to be smiles on their face.