Coggshall Park

Coggshall Park

City's version of nature

a stone veranda visitor center

not been used for a while

was a greeting

now a great place for a haunting

I was wrong about the version

so right about the haunting

There was an echo of a neighbor's voice

and a vision of my grandmother and her friend

across the water

Stone outcrops among the trees

reminds of battles past

when this land was not a park

but a home

Trees in the middle of the paths

roots outstretched

Protectors or Foreboders 

small red paint dots on some

marked as guardians

or marked for death

Turtles and geese watch me

or ignore me

I suppose I am the trespasser here

and nothing gives the cold shoulder

like a duck

The smell of the forest changes

when near the human made bridge

thankfully the sea diamonds do not use lose their sparkle

across Mirror lake

April 28, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

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