Memories of Music in the Park

The sound of music drifting through the air

Reminds me of the times we used to share,

Those afternoons in summer in the park,

Which sometimes did not end until ‘twas dark,

Listening to the music from the stand,

Perhaps some singers or a lively band.

And when they all had finished for the day

We’d still remain and quietly listen to

Hours of music, songs both old and new.

Those happy days could not forever last,

And they are now just something in the past,

But I recall them every time I hear

The sound of music wafting sweet and clear

Across the park, the scene of happy hours

Within the distant past that still is ours.