A Walk In The Park

The altos of the larks ascending And of the lake's uplifting fountain Soprano swoops of swift and swallow.. As I'm walking through the park. The bass and tenor of brass bands playing The steady hum of cafe choirs Gnomes and elves in dells and hollows As I'm walking through the park. In the distance dogs are barking, Off the leash to meet their mates Or romping after various objects As I'm walking through the park. Lovers holding hands and smooching Oblivious to those whistling boys Who'd run a mile if girls approached them As I'm walking through the park. Pretty girls in summer dresses Sizing up the local talent As they chat and drink their coffees As I'm walking in the park. So many sounds, melodious music Flourish like the birth of Spring I am alone yet feel included As I'm walking through the park.