the green grassland shelters scarce species
a playground teems with kids playing games
the baseball diamond beckons young players
a memorial remembers her name
the grasshopper sparrow is protected
moms push their babes in the swings
a loud crack of the bat is heard
in the distance the meadowlark sings
kids scamper over the jungle gym
the ball escapes the glove
a small snake slithers through tall grasses
nearby there are little girls in love
the runner is rounding the bases
a vole peeks out from his hole
merry go round and round
home plate is his ultimate goal
the red tail hawk circles up yonder
a boy climbs up a rope
the throw to home plate is too late
and there will always be reason to hope
in memory of SARAH JEAN ROY
~
The other day I visited one of my favorite parks and I found myself inspired.
The park is called “Cemetary Fields” because it is the site of a future cemetary.
Now it is used for recreational purposes; youth sports such as soccer, la crosse and baseball are played on the fields. There is also a large area of native grasslands set aside to protect the endangered “grasshopper sparrow”.
Additionally the parents of a little girl who died of a rare illness built a wonderful kid’s playground at the park as a memorial to their daughter, Sarah Jean Roy.
Hiii!!! Sorry i’m comenting you… but I couldn’t resist!!!
I loved ur poem! and I felt really identificated with the thing of feeling suddenly inspired ….
Sometimes i Just cant resist writting, I love this moments…
Sorry abot my english… I’m spanish… I hope someday I could write poems in english also….
Keep writting!!
Vivi
By: vivflyz on June 19, 2008
at 10:04 pm
Thank you Vivi,
I love your comment so please don’t apologize. I can speak a little Spanish because I am half Mexican-American. So perhaps I could read your poems in Spanish?
By: post4apocalypse on June 19, 2008
at 10:10 pm