Leaves rustle a dance of the wind
A light whistle heard faint and dim
Sitting on the fountain edge a man with a passion
Inspired to sing and play for the passing
A home does he have
But why must that stop him?
To prove his passion to the world
Not to be famous but to express his love
An open case and a water at his side
Sun shining overheard marking the time
Passing by around the same time a Jogger,
Who silences their music only for this place and time
Never missing a song sung
Slowing the jog only for then
Picking up pace, the music plays on
The young woman yet 'old' by time tosses her bread crumbs to sooth her mind
On a bench not far away is the vendor
A long day of work
Listening to the fading singer
Overheard, a couple of birds flutter
From tree to tree they race each other
Tourist throw money to give him to not stutter
He nods his head as he continues what he could in his slumber
An ordinary day
One like any other
In the park of New York, New York
The Center of attention for ordinary viewers
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"Stories Of The Park: - Still Waters - Ricktaylor18
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Achieving For The Greater Good
RandomA collection of poems made to improve. Second book in the Strictly Amusement series.
