Bandstand

Central to the vast open space,
surrounded by natural beauty.
Close to where children laugh and play
it stands, seemingly disused.
A forgotten product of a bygone era.

It's ornate beauty, could it speak,
would tell a thousand tales;
teenage convergance, forbidden substances,
post new year's reverie
Scattered empty bottles, inhibitions lost.

Disgarded foil, torn and thrown
whispers of passion al fresco.
A moonlit liason where no eyes can see,
Love abound and at once, lost.
A fresh red bouquet lies tossed in the dirt.