My Poetry. A Walk in the Park.

Trees of beauty growing wild 
a family in the sun with a little child 
weather fabulous lovely and mild 
Bushes trimmed and beautifully styled. 
Dogs of all sizes chasing balls 
the fun fair is out, with candy floss stalls 
Green keeper busy, doing his rounds 
fish-ponds cloudy, bubbling sounds. 
A blissful place on a beautiful day 
the smell of cut grass, the aroma will stay
picnics everywhere, buzzing bees
waving them off towards the trees
blankets full of tasty delights
Dad and son playing toy fights.
Couples hugging, kids in pools
workers present using their tools.
Beautiful land full of green
It has to be appreciated, has to be seen.