Listen to the birds sing,

In trees moved by gently breeze,

Walk on paths worn by many feet,

Smile at the runners as go by they pace beating determined a hasty retreat,

There in around, the benches lie,

And on them many names are spied

Some etched in their sturdy wood quite deep whilst others metal plaques their names do keep,

Few tell of tales to the names the bare

Silent reminders of souls no longer troubled by time or care,

One I find, there I sit

Echo a past where in others once did fit,

Watch the waters

The ducks and geese, honk and rest on seed heavy waters flit,

A peaceful park

On its benches stay

The names of those

Who in this place also played.