Tynehead Park:Poem

The moss that grows on fallen trees,
silk spider webs glistening in the morning sun.
Decomposing maple leaves,
whimpering dogs on the run.
Rushing water pouring down the streams,
chirping birds having fun.
Feeling at peace and in harmony,
Tynehead Park has surely won.
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