The Wall

I am a brick in the poetry wall,

surrounded by many, who answered the call.

To fill this walll let your mind be free,

and write some Parky poetry.

My poetry may not be the best,

but on the wall that’s where they’ll rest.

Sometimes they’re happy,

sometimes they’re sad,

sometimes they are completely mad.

But as long as I have words to spare,

The wall is where I will post and share.