In Brookfield’s embrace, where memories gleam, A tapestry of moments, like a cherished dream, With friends and family, so dear and near, We find solace and love that lingers, clear.
Candlewood Lake, where laughter would chime, Reflections of joy, on waves we’d climb, Lake Lillinonah’s beauty, serene and grand, Where friendships flourished, hand in hand.
At The Shores, we’d gather, hearts content, The Bridge, a place where memories were sent, Who remembers the Russian’s house, so bold? Stories of days past, forever retold.
Bobcats and muskrats, creatures of lore, In Brookfield’s embrace, we’d explore, Still River Greenway, a pathway of grace, Where time stood still, in nature’s embrace.
House parties ablaze, with laughter and cheer, Concerts in the park, music drawing near, Cadigan Park, a haven of delight, Where spirits soared, beneath the night.
Municipal town center, a hub of connection, Brookfield Craft Center, a source of perfection, Town beach’s allure, where summers took flight, Happy Landings Farm, where hearts felt so light.
Amidst Digrazia Vineyard’s vines, we’d roam, Sunset Hill Golf Course, a golfer’s home, Golf Quest’s challenge, fun and thrill, In Brookfield’s realm, we’d find our fill.
And in the great neighborhoods, a tapestry of grace, Each thread woven with love, time cannot erase, Fond memories of Brookfield, forever they’ll stand, In the heart’s gallery, treasured and grand.
