Through willow trees a warm summer breeze,
In the distance a swallow sings,
Ripples move gently across the pond,
As a maynard spreads its wings.
Pensioners swapping memories,
Of days that are long gone by,
Neatly parked upon a bench,
Under clear blue August sky.
A young couple walking hand in hand,
Oblivious to all around,
Children playing in their groups,
Breaking silence with joyous sound.
Senses aroused by summer blooms,
And the smell of fresh cut grass,
A dalmation stops to retrieve a stick,
And a Jack Russell sniffs it's arse.
His spotted companion raises it's rear,
And lets out a playful bark,
I walk on by and turn a blind eye,
To the dogging in the park.