A Walk In The Park

Poetry Project #20

Walking down the street

Passing neighbors as I go

I notice the sky and

How it has a pinkish glow.

I stop to take a peaceful break

In the local park.

I see children playing, trees

And their rich bark.

Back on my way

I stop to pick a flower

One of such rich color.

Death has made his claim this hour.

February 20, 2001 (age 17)

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