Aug 2015

I remembered that it was a lot more spacious
Than the roller coasters.
Expansive to my little frame
Gawking at the obvious show-tricks.

There was also the unrelenting sun and heat
And water bottles
But I had fun.

Then I moved away, grew up. Grew old.

It had been abandoned for some years,
The only patrons for the
Empty restaurant and stadium buildings
Were wild grass and weeds and graffiti artists.

I look at the images now--
Officially ghosts,
For I was told they were finally demolished
And no longer exist.

A field trip in the 90s. This park got the online rep of being exceptionally creepy, too:
Esaa Tas
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Esaa Tas  Pop Culture Wasteland
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