Go to Unsolved Mystery Publications Main Index Go to Free account page
Go to frequently asked mystery questions Go to Unsolved Mystery Publications Main Index
Welcome: to Unsolved Mysteries 1 2 3
 
 New Mystery StoryNew Unsolved Mystery UserLogon to Unsolved MysteriesRead Random Mystery StoryChat on Unsolved MysteriesMystery Coffee houseGeneral Mysterious AdviceSerious Mysterious AdviceReplies Wanted on these mystery stories
 




Show Stories by
Newest
Recently Updated
Wanting Replies
Recently Replied to
Discussions&Questions
Site Suggestions
Highest Rated
Most Rated
General Advice

Ancient Beliefs
Angels, God, Spiritual
Animals&Pets
Comedy
Conspiracy Theories
Debates
Dreams
Dream Interpretation
Embarrassing Moments
Entertainment
ESP
General Interest
Ghosts/Apparitions
Hauntings
History
Horror
Household tips
Human Interest
Humor / Jokes
In Recognition of
Lost Friends/Family
Missing Persons
Music
Mysterious Happenings
Mysterious Sounds
Near Death Experience
Ouija Mysteries
Out of Body Experience
Party Line
Philosophy
Poetry
Prayers
Predictions
Psychic Advice
Quotes
Religious / Religions
Reviews
Riddles
Science
Sci-fi
Serious Advice
Strictly Fiction
Unsolved Crimes
UFOs
Urban Legends
USM Events and People
USM Games
In Memory of
Self Help
Search Stories:


Stories By AuthorId:


Google
Web Site   

Bookmark and Share



The Park by Crystal Peak

  Author:  40530  Category:(Poetry) Created:(1/19/2004 9:34:00 AM)
This post has been Viewed (954 times)

When I was a little girl of 6,
Nana would sit me on her knee,
And nuzzle my ear and whisper tales,
Of days she was young and carefree,
“The fields were green and grassy,” she said,
“The sky was clear and blue,
There were always games to play,
And friendly people to speak to,
We used to play in a park down the road,
With slides and benches and swings,
We’d ride our bikes, play with our toys,
And other fun little things,
Lots of children would play there,
From ages four to fourteen!
Mama never worried about me though,
The park was safe, the park was clean,
The swings were painted yellow,
The slide was painted blue,
The see-saw was painted red,
There were lots of things to do!
There were pretty flowers to look at,
And trees if we needed shade!”
And then Nana would tell me,
About all the games she played,
Now I’m a little bit older,
(Ten years to be precise),
I decided to go to the park,
And see it with my own eyes,
The sky was dark and cloudy,
The fields were brown and dark,
I saw a broken slide, and a swing with no seat,
Not really much of a park,
Children laughing and playing,
They were there no more,
They were probably watching the TV,
Sitting on their living room floor,
A female walked past with a pushchair,
In which a toddler sat,
I looked into the mother’s face,
And then I started at that,
Wearing high-heels and a mini,
Even though it was bitterly cold,
And covered in bright purple make-up,
Was a girl that was fourteen years old!
I diverted my gaze to the see-saw,
Only to have it meet,
With graffiti and similar rubbish,
To the packets swirling round at my feet,
It was there on that lonely November,
That I sunk to my knees and cried,
I’m glad Nana couldn’t see this,
I’m glad that she died,
I’m glad that her childhood memories,
Went with her to her grave,
I’m glad that the place that she loved,
As a perfect place she could save,
When the rain began to fall,
I rose from the floor,
And walked to my home in silence,
Loving this world no more

You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click here

Scroll all the way down to read replies.

Show all stories by   Author:  40530 ( Click here )

Halloween is Right around the corner.. .







 
Replies:      
Date: 1/19/2004 12:13:00 PM  From Authorid: 57579    That is so true I can relate when older people tell me things and they're gone later and it makes me wonder what they world has come to great poem *hugs*  
Date: 1/19/2004 2:46:00 PM  From Authorid: 21435    Well done, Crystal Peak It's just a shame that things change for the worst, at times. Keep looking, though. There are beautiful places, yet. Thanks for the fine read, lady. Write on...  

Find great Easter stories on Angels Feather
Information Privacy policy and Copyrights

Renasoft is the proud sponsor of the Unsolved Mystery Publications website.
See: www.rensoft.com Personal Site server, Power to build Personal Web Sites and Personal Web Pages
All stories are copyright protected and may not be reproduced in any form, except by specific written authorization

Pages:845 131 225 387 1269 813 713 1317 1294 699 1571 796 300 549 619 261 1281 1480 1005 1167 771 1592 529 214 1566 992 568 975 253 823 999 315 733 1081 327 821 946 450 1007 1226 794 1317 773 32 870 804 357 1137 1582 1392 422 658 1075 1143 478 1359 1559 328 1415 274 33 449 424 732 210 468 720 782 841 1429 873 1219 444 283 528 1208 822 114 130 708 1396 1566 1054 101 324 1062 1324 212 828 637