Strolled through an old park,
one I used to visit on a lark
No lawn bowlers that day
instead it was highschoolers at play
watching baby ducks and screaming
as a startled blue heron was winging
over their heads
The sister statues, bright
and white in the sunlight
welcomed us into the historic
trees, year labeled for my pic
The conservatory, warmed through glass
by the sunshine, free to take a pass
through displays of color surrounding the path
and hanging overhead in a warm vapor bath
I hope you enjoyed this poem about a historical park. Please read the article below, which provides more history and has old photos. The park is beautiful, and a short walk from it, it has magical views of Commencement Bay.
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