School Assignments

Sly Park Poems Part One

Sly Park

As I walk through the park,

I hear the sound of a lark.

I sit and rest against the bark.

Trying to find an animal mark,

While wondering if it will soon be dark.

Maybe then I can start,

A fire with a spark.

With sincerity I look deep down inside my heart.

There, I find, Sly Park is a work of art.