Known this place from an early age Every season every stage Amazing the memories of when a child Imagination running wild
The trees so pretty with blossom in spring Wading through confetti the wind would bring Fantasy’s of our wedding day Wonderful games we used to play
The laughter the fun and times we had All pure and simple - nothing bad Summer as a child went on for so long Everything was innocent - nothing was wrong
Summers were busy the park came to life Kids and cousins husbands and wife’s Birds in cages a miniature train 🚂 Crazy golf - if it didn’t rain!
The paddling pool with the ship in the middle So much fun when we were little Splashing about round that concrete boat Not deep enough to swim but just about float!
Then there’s the autumn🍂 with red and golds Vivid colours - stunningly bold Piles of leaves soft landing material Crunching around in a giant bowl of cereal
Then there’s the conkers all shiny and brown Climbing the trees just to knock them down Still to this day get that urge when I see that perfect shiny conker up a tree
The bottom part - at the duck pond end In winter a white and silvery blend The pond was solid - just thick with ice The trees all angry and spiteful like
The Canadian geese would come every winter Freezing cold the wind was bitter The weather was sometimes quite harsh Not thawing out - sometimes until March
That park was a lifeline for my friends and sisters ‘The witches hat’ all bruises and blisters 🤣 The fun we had happy times made Memories last forever never to fade
Poetry ~Totally 