By: Megan Wright
Edgewood Park is a small neighborhood space in Statesboro, tucked between quiet streets and framed by pine trees. It’s easy to miss—unless you know what you’re looking for.
At the center of the park, the pond reflects a wide-open sky and whatever breeze is passing through. It’s quiet, but never boring.
The walking trail curves around the pond, shaded by tall trees and dotted with pine needles. It’s not long, but it’s just enough for a reset.
A metal bench swing waits near the entrance, facing the pond and the steady churn of the fountain. If you sit here, you’ll end up staying longer than planned.
Geese glide across the pond in a loose line, cutting slow paths through the reflection. Around here, they run the show.
Even geese need to decompress after a lap around Edgewood’s pond. Judging by their posture, these locals take relaxation very seriously
A goose tends to its feathers while the others nap in the shade nearby. They’ve earned the break after their afternoon swim across the pond.
A Muscovy duck lounges beneath the picnic table like it owns the place. With his bumpy red crown and front-row seat, he’s the self-appointed mayor of Edgewood Acres Park.
A white duck peers out from a leafy hiding spot near the parking lot at Edgewood Acres Park. While the rest of the flock waddles freely, he seems content running surveillance from the shrub line.
A wooden bridge stretches over the pond at Edgewood Acres Park. It sits at the heart of the park, where most of the wildlife tends to gather.
The bridge guides walkers from one shaded trail to the next. Its smooth rails and gentle arc give the park a simple kind of charm.
A green sign at the bridge entrance reads “Pedestrian Use Only.” The ducks don’t read signs—but if they did, they’d assume it applies to them too.
A dragonfly balances on a reed at the edge of the pond, its wings flickering like glass in the light. It hovers for a breath, then disappears before anyone can get too close.
A turtle swims up to greet the lens, pausing just long enough to make his presence known. Asked for a quote, he offered only a long stare before slipping quietly beneath the surface.
Under the bridge, a cluster of cypress knees breaks through the damp soil like knuckles from the earth. Nature gets creative in Edgewood Acres Park, and no two formations are the same.
A bench near the pond is marked with a small plaque, dedicating it in someone’s memory. Several benches and swings throughout the park carry similar tributes.
The street sign for North Edgewood Drive pokes above the treetops. You’d never guess this kind of calm sits just beyond it.
A concrete block stamped “N Edgewood” sits low near the trail entrance. Most people walk right over it.
Each day, these swing hosts lunch breaks, whispered prayers, quiet reflections, and deep talks with friends. The view does most of the talking.
Edgewood Acres blends into the neighborhood so seamlessly, you might miss it if you blink. But if you know, you know—it’s one of Statesboro’s sweetest little secrets.
