Parks
Parks are special places,
where old ladies
reminisce
and lovers woo.
They're little oasis of pleasure
away from the daily grind,
the mainstream
where the sun peeps through.
Loud traffic noise
is replaced by birdsong
worry and stress
by peace
and time can wait,
be pushed aside to stew
so you and I, just for a while,
can be free…..
poem by Ruth Walters
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