Song Of The Day Poem by Angela Yarbrough

In the park on an autumn day
The greatest sounds are there
Children laughing you know the way
Like their joy is true and real


The wind I can hear
Through the leaves blowing
Falling with colors that appear
As if the creator painted each one


On this park bench I sit
As cars pass by
Honking horns mixed
With beat up engines rolling along


The chatter of friends
Talking as if no one else is there
And what they are saying has no end
All mixed in with everything else
Is the sound of the marry-go-round
And squeaky swings that need oils help


I think of this as a symphony
Playing the song of the day
As I listen to this song I am pleased
And think am I the only one that can hear