Southward of the trails lies the crystal clear pond that splashes with fish that will soon be caught. In the winter this crystal pond freezes into an ice crystal pond hockey venue.
Next to the pond lies the green, gleaming , concrete tennis. On these tennis courts, often "smack talk" occurs between players. My dad and I often participate in such teasing. A dark green back board rests against the tennis court fence. This backboard makes sure that I always have "someone" to play with.
The half basketball court always ends up being a sight for more than just basketball. The moist, marshy baseball fields lie isolated during times of uncooperative weather. When the the whether does cooperate, the sounds of balls being hit by baseball bats, snagged by mitts, whacked by tennis rackets, and bounce by some guys shooting hoops, ring through my ears every time I go through the athletic facilities to get to the tennis courts.
Burchard park is an excellent place to go when I have a great load of time on my hands. Conveniently located right down the road from my house, Burchard always has something for me to do. It is walking distance from my house, so I can bike there almost whenever I want. Going there lets me blow of steam and feel free. Who wouldn't want a place like that accessible to them?