Jeff Rushton

The Park - Poem by Jeff Rushton

The slight summer warmth in the pure October breeze
A seat set nestled at the base of an immature willow tree
The birds sing praises of abundance in the skies
The smell of pollen, oxygen, and long since forgotten precipitation
The heat emanates, a pleasingly distant source of mind luminescence
The sweet nectar of life in its fervor, a potpourri of positive energy
The mild wrestle of dried leaves blowing on paths of rock and mortar
The silence behind the orchestrated rhyme, showing itself at that ever-changing time
The breeze in the grass, a rhythmic form of oceans soothing splash
Buzzing bees, reminders of the multitudes enjoying the unnoticed scene
Skies clear blue, a meditation, relaxation, perfect backdropp for viewing creation
Pine and palm, stand up tall, in a show to their maker
Reward for a long journey of growth and elemental nourishment
The park bench on the lot of an institutions resting place, for
The proprietors of a vehicles movement.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 5, 2008

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