Open Poetry #23 |
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The Park (repost from open poetry #21) |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA ![]() |
It is a nice warm day I decided to get out That is all I have to say That's all I have to shout So I walked to the park To play around It was starting to get dark I heard the crickets sound The birds flew in the air Without a care I climbed a tree So I could see the world around me. The sun started to disappear Behind the trees I feel no despair I feel at ease Once the sun set I decided to go home And get on the net Search for new parks to explore This is what I implore Cold hands means a warm heart |
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WhiteRose Member Elite
since 2002-07-23
Posts 3208somebody's dungeon |
Thank you for sharing your day in the park with me Julie. It sure was nice. ![]() |
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ThunderMage Senior Member
since 2002-06-20
Posts 812Canada |
That's how I got started on adventures - exploring park trails with my pal Aaron. What is life without poetry and adventure? |
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