Central Park

We often take for granted

What’s familiar in our world,

Without the need to wave the flag

We rarely have unfurled.

 

Yet tourists sometimes help us see

How fortunate we are.

By looking through their eyes we know

How high we’ve set the bar.

 

I spent the day in Central Park,

New York’s most precious jewel,

Though many locals get there

Not too often, as a rule.

 

Our visitor from out of town,

Amazed at all the trees,

Made me recognize the beauty

Landscaped perfectly to please.

 

The shady walks, musicians

And the turtles in the pond,

Plus the people-watching chances

Took us to a place beyond

 

All the urban sights we pass each day,

Infusing them with magic.

Taking Central Park for granted

Is not very short of tragic.