Poetry: Largo Central Park
Out of the Sandbox August 4, 2015By Diana Perez
As I walk through these paths,
just me all alone
I know there were others,
who came here to roam.
I can barely hear the children’s laughter,
what a great sound,
they were having fun
as they are running around.
I just crossed the tracks,
better move, the train is coming now.
It’s tooting its horn, there is laughter and giggles.
The trees are all dancing
The flowers sway and they wiggle
bobbing their heads
They are all beautiful laying in their flower beds.
As I keep walking I hear a light moan
It’s a widow at the wall, wishing her solider came home.
Each place is groomed and handled with care
From all the people that volunteer there.
The sun is about to set
The train about to stop
The people are heading home
The park is getting dark.
It’s just another day at the wonderful
Largo Central Park.
Photo courtesy of Tampa Bay Times.
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