Many years ago, I remember
Seeing the rabbits through the fence
And feeding the goats leaves
From a nearby tree
I delighted inÂ
The liveliness of the animals
I laughed and played on the rocks
That led to a cool stream
I saw familiar facesÂ
And a person who didn’t recognize me
I ran my hands along the water
Now, there are no more animals to feed
And no rocks leading to a stream
The only animals you’ll find
Are dogs at the dog park
As I grew up, so did Thompson Park
While there are still playgroundsÂ
And even a water park
People gravitate to the workout area
To use the pull-up bars
And other workout equipment
When I go there, I don’t see the stream
I don’t see animals
I don’t see familiar faces
But I still see a beautiful park”
Why I Wrote This Piece
I was inspired by my memory of Thompson Park (in Scarborough/Toronto, Ontario). I had very fond childhood memories of the park. Seeing how it has changed over the years, but still remained a beloved place made me nostalgic and inspired me to write this piece.
