Acres and acres of green, green grass,
trees planted with utmost care,
beautiful flowers scattered around
but not a living person there.
A beautiful chapel stands empty,
“Chapel of the Park” it read,
all this glorious beauty,
with no one to see but the dead.
Children playing in the street,
pavement the playground they know,
flowers potted on the sill
the only beauty they see grow.
Is something wrong, I wonder,
to see this every day
millions of dollars spent on parks
but children have nowhere to play.
©1973 Sharron R. McMillan