The number one thing about where we live
We’re three blocks from Burnet Woods park
The museum, the lake, the civil war cannons
And the bandstand's a Clifton landmark
Burnet’s been there for a century and a half
The lake, Eighteen Seventy-Five
There’s a pink granite monument at the southern edge
And a trapeze on MLK Drive
The woods have a network of hiking trails
We forget that we’re still in the city
One hikes up and down in the hills and ravines
Each view that we see, still more pretty
Our park also has an old-time playground
With its swings and a tall concrete slide
Built in the thirties by the WPA
Cardboard speeds up each little kid’s ride
The bandstand has concerts each Wednesday eve
Maybe folk or classical or rock
Fantastic fireworks on the Fourth of July
People watch from the lakside sidewalk
A hippy built a labyrinth in the park
It was hidden far off in the trees
The authorities forced him to take it all down
The labyrinth man said they were sleaze
Fishermen hang out at Burnet Woods lake
Hunting catfish and bass and brown trout
A guy once showed me his three-foot catch
The size of it made me freak out
One winter I gathered some kindling from the woods
And filled up the rack on my car
The cops were watching, said put it all back
I still think their policy bizarre
When J was a kid we would sled at Burnet
The best spot, right near Skyline Chili
You have to watch for the trees at the end
The sleds almost fly, it’s so hilly
To me Burnet Woods is a slice of heaven
It’s freedom and beauty and rest
Most of all, it’s escape from the trials of life
Pay a visit, you'll soon be de-stressed
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