The Park
Spring strolls through the park. /
Shaking green from her sleeves and /
Color from her eyes.
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Dreams
Found in the small park, /
a finger puppet zebra, /
dirty but dream filled.
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The Park
Spring strolls through the park. /
Shaking green from her sleeves and /
Color from her eyes.
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#poem #haiku #davidebooker #poet #poetry #writer #writing #may #2019 #friday #spring #park #color #green #sleeves #oldnorthknoxville #eyes #050319
Always
Beth Ann Booker Park, /
open dawn to dusk, but she /
walks the grounds always.
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#park #Beth #Beth_Ann_Booker #walks #dawn #dusk #always #oldnorthknoxville #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #senryu #davidebooker #march #saturday #031823 #2033
Control
I have lost control. /
My son, the basketball, swings /
freely in the park.
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#072418 #son #basketball #swing #control #park #humor #farce #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #july #2018
Filed under 2018, haiku, photo, photo by David E. Booker, poem, poetry, Poetry by David E. Booker
The Park
Spring strolls through the park. /
Shaking green from her sleeves and /
Color from her eyes.
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#poem #haiku #davidebooker #poet #poetry #writer #writing #may #2019 #friday #spring #park #color #green #sleeves #oldnorthknoxville #eyes #050319
Benched
Cane at a park bench. /
Borrowed book and found cap. /
Cold weather, warm words.
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Filed under 2020, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Sometimes, before you can play in the park, you have to work in it a little.
Filed under 2016, photo by David E. Booker, Photo Finish Friday
It takes a village to mulch a park.
Pick up a pitch fork and come pitch in.
Bring a rake — we’ll show where to begin.
Bring a wheelbarrow to move stuff around;
there are weeds to pull and mulch to lay down.
From 2 to 4 come down to ONK park.
We’ll work some, but not up to dark.
Stop by on Sunday with your pair of gloves
and show this little park a lot of love.
Filed under Photo by author, Photo Finish Friday, poetry by author
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