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It stands alone in a downtown park under shady trees
There the birds sit on branches singing songs of glee
Its glory days are gone, Its name remains unseen
No-one seems to remember its round bowl to clean
This forgotten fountain once served a noble name
Battlefield Park was built in honor of its long ago fame
Very few stop to linger or to rest their tired feet
Only the birds run up and down in the midday heat
Around the park's peremiter shoppers rush to buy
Laughter sounds gaily from a taxi stand close by
In our old seaside town the fountain stands alone
From a long forgotten era, a memory of stone
copyrightŠ2007Irene
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Note:
The fountain in the Central Park in my country of Belize,
Central America, holds an interesting history. The park
was originally called Battlefield Park.
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