The trash cans painted as elephants and clowns
are one of the first things I see when I come to town.
Many years have I came to this park, sorting through
old photos leave a warm feeling in my heart.
Some with my cousins, who I do not see much
Anymore.
Some with my sister, who I very much adore
Many days riding the jack rabbit, during the sunny summer,
It had become sort of a habit.
There, no longer stands Garfield’s Nightmare,
though even as a young boy it gave me a slight scare.
The hour long trips, in the heat, to kennywood park,
all became worth it when we reached Noah’s ark.
The sun was so bright, the trees were so green
The racer and the phantom, sure used to make us
scream.
The sound of the engraved carousel, was music to my ears
Same with the loud organ, that I definitely did hear.
Even now I can’t wait until the summer, when I get
To go to the place I remember.
Built in 1898, this park is old and has history
I sure love kennywood, why wouldn’t you go? that is
The real mystery.






























