(We drove through Liberal, Kansas today and noticed this scene)
Fresh, delicious, inviting water
flows freely throughout the many
rides in the large water park
No youthful splashing, jumping, laughing, running
even with the sun scorching through the heavy, humid air
on the sizzling August summer day
Oh, wait!
Summer has ended—school just began
TR
Prose Me 
Too bad for the kids, eh? Good poem, but maybe consider breaking your second line between many and rides and see if it doesn’t work well, kind of leaves us hanging at “water flowing through the many” before we look at the next line.
Thanks! I split up the line, and it does feel better!
habari
Habari yako, Shadrack! Je, umeelewa kuandika hii mimi?