(All photos taken in Forest Park)
Think of me when you walk
In Forest Park;
In the dawn, in the sunshine,
In the sunset, in the dark.
Think of me, in the cold;
As in the drifts you go.
Think of me, as the fall rain
Slowly turns to snow.
Think of me as the trees
Change colors in their leaves;
Think of me as the swallows
Fly their nests under the eaves.
Think of me when the bare branches
Are full of colour and song:
Think of me as on the spring grass
You happily walk along.
Art and theatre live there;
So does history, too.
Wildlife and birds live in the open;
Exotics live in the Zoo.
Ancient trees drop their leaves
Or stand festooned in green.
The sunrise and sunset there
Are the most beautiful I've seen.
People fly kites, play tennis;
They enjoy themselves on the water;
Cricket, baseball, picnics, walks.
It's a place of fun and laughter.
Think of me, no matter when
To Forest Park you go.
It is, in all the city of St.Louis
One of the nicest places I know.