A Day In The Park
R Ray Hansell
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The beauty of a tree
Blowing in the breeze
Watching a bird take flight
With gentleness and ease
The ball of fire in the sky
Radiates it's heat to the ground
As people take to shade
Anywhere it can be found
A mother walks by
Her baby cries
A dog in the park howls
As sirens race by
The sound of traffic
Planes overhead
Everywhere people talking
But do they hear what's being said?
11-2005/RjH
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