Harvest festival and an afternoon in the park
October begins and with it the harvest
Festivals begin and everything around exclaims "I want to live", "I want to live"
Yet the leaves change to autumn glory,
leaves fall, and the fruit is picked, corn harvested , pumpkins ripe in the fields
Festivals, hayrides , the pumpkin patch
Heaping ice cream cones, energizing
Nonstop tube slides bring joy to your heart and soul and mind
All the time Sunlight filtering through hair and your being
Awe and wonder
Running time after time
To the slides, smiles
hair blowing
Golden sunlight rays, reflecting
Family picnic we see,by chance,at the park
Birthday celebration for a grandson of
Friends we have known for four decades
We take a moment
Appreciate one another's gray, and smiles, and recall days gone by
Our kids frequented the same Park decades ago
We now have a granddaughter , running, sliding, on all slides
Rekindling memories,
our children now grown and raising their own
Nearby landmarks, the lodge once rustic,
stood tall, picturesque, now gone- and with it the history
a marquee is gone that once declared weddings, and celebrations, life
Rebuild occurring now for another food franchise that may not be needed but
Such is the circle of life and times
About this poem: Harvest festival and an afternoon in the park, is a poem about a beautiful sunny Saturday the beginning of October. Jayne and I tool Maude Veltri to a fall festival and also to Getty Heights Park - a park we used to frequent when our kids were young and also grandchildren more recently in life. Once Maude got onto things, she ran without stopping to slides at the festival and also five different sliding boards at Getty Heights. The large ice cream cone may have helped. We never forget her laughter, her smile and the sunshine coming through her hair.
We saw the Brown family and spoke with a number of their children and got to see their grandchildren playing and we talked about earlier days in our lives and how things have progressed and changed and how we're still enjoying our times with family and how it became even more important than other activities that we were both very involved in. -Joe Holuta
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