Park Pathway

              Park Pathways

The urge and the afternoon sun,
Set the mind racing to the Park.
New faces, children in prams,
Others without music facing
new uncertain steps
and flying hands.

I walked on new paths.
Never before walked on the grass.
So sadly running away
from the sounds of human breath.
Random paths, no patterns,
But not by design but by
an unbearable fear.

Feeling the wind, catching rays,
Faintly hearing laughs,
And children screams.
Brought hope and plenty of joy
Matching soft distance music by the trees.