Poem About Central Park New York City
The Life Blood of New York City
This poem was written in the back of a cab traveling from Toronto airport to downtown Toronto. It is about the effect the New York’s Central Park has on people who either visit the park once in their lifetime or New Yorkers like I once was, who understand that the park is the life blood of New York City. Once in the park the sounds of the city fade into the distance and the sights and sounds of the park life fill you with passionate emotions and clarity of thought. There is no ducking here, no discount deal, no short cut, your flesh is opened to the winds and your thoughts are primed and sharpened, especially in the rain, for the rain cleanses you.
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Feeling down, feeling gray,
Feeling up, and feeling gay.
Because your ship is passing you by.
Want to laugh, want to cry,
Want to live, and want to fly.
Feeling nothing is there when you sigh.
Find a place, find a song,
Find a way, find a wrong,
Find a dream that keeps you alive.
Search your heart, search your mind,
Search your soul, search mankind,
For a meaning that isn't maligned.
Feel the sun, smell the rain,
Feel the joy feel the pain,
Sense the seasons, linking hands through each dawn.
Hear the birds, hear the leaves,
Hear the crickets and bees,
Touch the mist in the magic it weaves.
Through winter, through spring,
Through summer, through fall,
The seasons turn round and around.
Through melting snows, through greening grass,
Through meadows of blooms that abound,
Until the leaves start to fall to the ground.
Another year follows another year past,
And the buildings stand tall all around.
Damping the bustle and hum of the city sound,
Which fulfills the dreams of a few,
Except for those who enter this place,
And experience a self cleansing pain,
After a walk in the park through the rain.
Share the people, share their lands,
Share their faces, and share their bands,
Share their music of hate or of love.
For whatever the reason, and whatever the cost,
However you find, whatever you've lost,
Your soul will find itself once again.
When you take a walk in the park through the rain.
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