John Ostyn
As I walk through the park,
Taking in the sights and colours,
Sounds and smells drift over,
To assault my waking senses.
As I walk through the park,
Noises from the nearby river mingle
With the young and their skatepark clatter
While older couples sit chatting on the benches.
As I walk through the park,
People laugh and smile with each other,
relishing the freedom of the spaces
to rekindle fond childhood memories.
