Prospect Park Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

When Nancy was a little girl she loved
to go to a wonderful well maintained park
It was only several blocks from her house
she loved to play there until it was dark

Summer months were filled with swinging
and sliding down the triple humped slide
As a frequent visitor she even got to know
the man who mowed the grass with pride

She didn't need a friend to feel filled
with happiness and glee for hours
She loved to sit near the large oval pond
watching butterflies flutter by the flowers

When the leaves began to fall she watched
the squirrels gathered nuts and scurry
Their antics made her smile until sunset...
they always seemed to be in a big hurry

The snow began to fall…covering everything
in sight…still Nancy was not downhearted
Dressing warmly... wearing a scarf and gloves
She made a footprint trail that was uncharted

She ventured to the middle of the frozen pond
The ice gave way...she sank below the surface
hearing a voice calmly say… come to the edge
and I'll help you out… she felt God's embrace

She walk home all alone…her clothing freezing
Her ringlet curls rigidly framed her paling face
When she opened the door her mother gasped...
The memory of that moment will never be erased

Nancy still has a loving fondness in her heart
for the neighborhood park where she played
Remembering all the fun she had as a child
Thankful she was saved on that winter day

9/13/2010