Analysis of A Walk in the Park written by: Michael A Gomez

It was early Sunday morning as I took my daily stroll through the park.

Springtime has finally arrived, after a frigid icy cold winter.

flowers we're blooming with an array of organized patterns.

children were playing on the grass running free in a game of tag. in which,

one of them, a girl wearing a Statue of Liberty shirt circled around me, lunged, tagged me, and told me I was it. I gladly accepted being it, if it meant being as free as her,

completely unfettered by life's shackles that bind you with age.

as I walked, I watch the bird flying overhead, soaring in Freedom.

then swooping down to rest on the branches of a tree that spread its arms Wide Open, welcoming this weary traveler to take a break and garner its strength,

for the long trip that lies ahead.

while perched, it sang an Ode to Freedom. a glory to my ears, lifting my spirits and soothing my soul, filling my heart with a renewed zest for being alive.