A breath of fresh air and a walk in the park.
An early evening stroll before it would get dark.
A chance to gather my thoughts and get a peace of mind.
For days that would get rough and not be too kind.
The Monument would be the place where I would take my two boys.
When they would were bored, and were too old for toys.
I remember those days when I was younger and in school.
The teachers would take us on fieldtrips to visit this jewel.
A breath of fresh air and a walk in the park.
An early evening stroll before it would get dark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem