The Park

December 19, 2010
By troseman BRONZE, Commack, New York
troseman BRONZE, Commack, New York
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I went back to my favorite old park one day
Memories came flooding back that took my breath away
I was reminded of the clothes we wore; the games we used to play
How I changed from a little girl to who I am today.

Walking across the playground I noted it was empty
I had an unexpected flashback of when my best friend broke her knee
How she sat and cried in the sand; I dragged her to the nurse with me
That was the start of a friendship that would last an eternity.

I saw the swing-set where I knew I could soar
I could go to places that I’ve never been before
All of the people waiting for a turn were easy to ignore
I was in my own little world, just for me to explore

As I quietly left the park, I came to a conclusion:
All of my happy memories were not just an illusion
So I took a picture of my park, so there would be no confusion
That this way my place, my haven, my delusion.

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