Park

my family´s outings:

dad's relatives shouting

great grandchildren pouting

while Aunt Karen's top

is half eaten by moths

the hot sun ricochets loudly

off grandfather's face,

and out of the white, billowy clouds

I'm making animal shapes.

Reviews

[GreenShoes]

Ah, so nice to come across a fellow rhymer, and you have an Aunt Karen in your poem! I chose to read this poem first because I enjoy parks very much, in fact, I sometimes write poetry on a park bench. :)

[Sami Khalil]

Very entertaining and enjoyable...Thank you for sharing...:).................

[terry smith]

sounds like a normal day at the park, seeing things in the clouds used to be one of my favorite pastimes.