Lucas Cowley, Age 8
Very quickly, I race to the place
That is a gate as big as a giant reaching up to space
I walk past dogs playing in the field
As some of Rowntree Park is revealed
I hop through arches, tall and grand
With long roses in dream land
I hear the splashes of the ducks in the pond
And smell the lush, green trees beyond
Children laugh with yummy ice cream
Sunlight shines down in a bright beam
As I go to the last place
A smile comes on my face
The screams from the zip wire and giggles on swings
“Yes I’m in the park! Oh the joy it brings!”
