Ode to a Park

Here is another poem from my cousin Michael:

Ode to a Park

They come to share with me today,
having traveled so far away

From round the block with spring in stride
she comes to share in exercise

And who walks who with leash in hand
a fresh cat scent across the sand

They park in lots between the lines
Mom hopes the guest arrive on time

The birthday party starts at two,
but Dad can't start the barbeque

They'll ride on swings and kick the sky,
with sand you're faster down the slide

And round and round the carousel,
oh so dizzy, but the ride was swell

Seems Granpa's gone, Granma walks slower,
I dread the thought of getting older

And peace and calm return at dark,
the silence breaks when crickets bark.

Michael S. Velko