Old, faithful, beautiful Fairview Park, where I played and picnicked with my children, and now my grandchildren — folks in Sherman are blessed to have it. It’s a place where the fresh air of an early morning walk is filled with the sounds of a choir of songbirds, backed up by a cricket quartet; a place bursting with the beauty of God’s creation.

Old, faithful, beautiful Fairview Park, where I played and picnicked with my children, and now my grandchildren — folks in Sherman are blessed to have it. It’s a place where the fresh air of an early morning walk is filled with the sounds of a choir of songbirds, backed up by a cricket quartet; a place bursting with the beauty of God’s creation.


It’s a children’s wonderland where the sad are made happy and weak bodies are made strong, where families are strengthened — and sometimes, healed. It’s a place where young athletes learn the life lessons of winning and losing and where old jocks try to prove they still have it.


This long, cold winter is coming to an end. The leaves will soon cover the trees, and the grass will turn bright green again. So turn off your TV, put down your i-Phone, and get yourself to Fairview Park. Just don’t throw your trash on the ground. That’s and insult to both the Lord and the city of Sherman, who provide this blessed piece of the earth for us all to enjoy.


Mike Sutton


Sherman