The park in spring time

Here is a poem I wrote when I took the kids to the park today:

In the fresh, cool breeze,

And the heat of the day,

The park is alive,

As little ones play.

Moms sit and talk,

In twos and in threes,

Lunches in sacks,

And babies on knees.

The grass is so green,

With the kids on the fields,

Throwing a frisbee,

And rolling down hills.

The teens are in groups,

Throwing 'round balls,

Grandma runs to help,

When a little one falls.

The bright colored leaves,

Bring the perfect shade,

Kids slide down slides,

Though they're kinda afraid.

Cute little ones, 

Are learning to walk,

The boys playing sports,

Don't have that much talk.

Everyone's helping

This park come alive,

There's so much to do,

Now that it is spring time!