Comstock Park

Russet bark
Laying there
Cushioned by verdant grass
How did you land here?

Children gleeful
Atop the slide
Scooting down fearlessly

Babies cooing
Gentle swings
Toothy smiles full of delight

Shady trees
Firmly rooted
Swaying wildly in the breeze
It's to go home soon

Racked bikes
Squeaking out
Riders jump upon and flee


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