My Poetry. A Walk in the Park.

Trees of beauty are growing wild,
A family in the sun with a little child;
The weather is fabulous, lovely and mild,
With bushes trimmed and beautifully styled.
Dogs of all sizes are chasing their balls,
The funfair is out with candy-floss stalls;
The greenkeeper’s busy, doing his rounds,
While fishponds give off bubbling sounds.

A blissful place on a beautiful day,
Where the scent of cut grass is destined to stay;
Picnics are scattered with buzzing bees,
As families wave them off toward the trees.
Blankets are covered in tasty delights,
As a father and son enjoy their toy fights;
Couples are hugging and kids splash in pools,
While workers are present, using their tools.

This beautiful land, so lush and so green,
Is a place to be cherished—it has to be seen.

© William Sinclair Manson 2025