Through The Park Poem by Smoky Hoss

Beneath the hill filled with naked trees
a flock of plastic flamingos seem to thrive,
where ducks swim over a flooded street
right below the sign: 'Blind Drive' -
the clouded sky reflects fathoms deep
into a pond below the hilltop rim,
looking upon this little arcane scene
I feel as though I could jump down, and fall upward in -
strange the feeling...
passing through this small and deeply wooded county park,
as if traversing the backroads
of my own mysterious heart -
here, the old trail at will
does wind and roll,
following the raw form
of nature's own wandering soul -

Down the road
and through the park,
ever onward it goes, flowing like life
into the unknown dark -