Hyde Park Poem by W H Benjamin

Summer by The Serpentine,
Walking wide and lonely forking trails
Passing summer games with unknown names
With flags flying tied to stirring trees,
Fifty stars and stripes riding in the breeze
Playing with the Union Jack, I fall back

And I sit a while on the wooden bench
That's carved with dedication to X who loved this Park.
And watch the wind pulling laughing tears from the giant tree
A black, green, white bird hopping to the lone Saxophonist's notes
Hit The Road Jack
Flying above these streaming fields of gold

As sunlight falls on knee high tall and golden grasses
Like the mane of someone's sweet girlfriend from Nordic Passes
I start when the music stops, open my eyes
Rudely pulled from Summer's dream

When next the music plays I'll find it's player
It plays twice and each time I fall, into a slumber,
Conquered by this park.
Finally I play hide and seek in yellow grass
Running from horses on the sandy trail

Passing all the captured hearts
That lie under summer trees
Listening to sweet music floating in a carefree breeze
He stands, lone African against the bark,
Playing, leaves brushing his hair
As he dares to lift the glittering Sax

Exacting notes that catch the light and fly,
Everywhere, shining, casting it's spells
His fingers press the, side, bell keys
Trees and people fall to their knees
Rowers on The Serpentine fall silent,
As clouds, water and sun, move
To the time controlling, fine, Saxophone