Boston Park

Park Poem...Dowie Rice

It's a Park. It's a playground
It's where young people play
It's where dreams are made
And never fade away

It's a wide open prarie
It' a secret garden too
It's all you want it to be
It's your dreams come true

It's a ship on the ocean
A rocket to the moon
It's where hours are minutes
And over too soon

It's Cowboys and Indians
It's girlie things too
It's thousands of things
It's dreamtime come true

It's a place for tomorrow
Each childs shining light
A place where they all dream of
When you kiss them goodnight