The Park
By Jake Larntz
31 Dec 2008
I would walk to the park. Only on days when i would wallow alone. When no one seemed to care about me or anything. Stare at the slides, swings, and benches. Wander through the snow. I would always come back to the park. It helped me when i was lonely, it would keep me company. It would let me sit in its benches, in the dark nights. The park was always good to me. Yes the park...the park.
