Island Sanctuary

Sitting on a bench in a park
I have not been in for years
and looking at the changes that had befallen it.
Once I used to visit it quite regularly
through the many passing years
and never took any notice of the changes then.
Some remnants of those days remain
and new things have been added
as some of the old ones have disappeared.
One thing that has never changed
on this island within the city
is the sense of peace it can bring.
The birds and the squirrels still roam free
within this island sanctuary.
Even though many things have changed around them,
their freedom is always ensured.

9 May 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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