BEING IN / AT THAT PARK ...
BY STRESSLA LYNN JOHNSON
The smell of the fresh cut grass, dancing with the B-B-Q
Smoke.
The roar on a cloud of laughter after one of Uncle Billy's wild
Jokes.
Hearing the different conversations about life's joys &
pains.
Everybody relieved that our gathering wasn't spoiled by
rain.
Seeing the genuine smiles formed across the faces of old
friends.
As they greet each other with that ol' familiar inquiry: How have you
been?
Old friends and family that haven't gathered since last
year.
Getting caught up on life's changes over a nice cold
beer.
The parks of my youth: Peninsula, Unthank, Irvington, Alberta and
Pier.
Looms large in my heart and souls' memories of places I hold Near &
Dear. | SLJ
STRESSLA LYNN JOHNSON WAS BORN APRIL 9, 1957 IN PORTLAND, OREGON. HE HAS WRITTEN POEMS AND JOURNAL ENTRIES AS MEANS OF HEALING. STRESSLA IS A MEMBER OF THE OSP EDITORIAL BOARD.
