In Highrock Cairn Park's serene domain,
Halfway up where pathways wane,
I roam, until the track I find,
A hilly journey for heart and mind.
Among the Garry oak, I tread,
Where Esquimalt's rocks have stories spread.
Lampson's tales echo through the air,
As rail and trail guide me with care.
Within this haven, Zone 2's embrace,
Amidst daffodils, a gentle grace.
The wind, a silent neighbor's call,
In Highrock Cairn Park, I find my all.
