This work originally appeared in the Community Newspaper – Ordsall Undercover.
A piece of poetry written on the park down the road by my home – enjoy.
As wheels pass on by the concrete forms,
the trees stand tall on the islands of green
basking in the warm midday sun.
Feathered friends pass on by,
as the trees reach up high
and branches sway in the breeze
as the wind cools the air
by a couple of degrees.
On the Square of Green are the veterans
with their woods and their jack,
Playing their bowls,
in defence or attack
Children make their way back home
its gone half past three
as they run through the park
on the way for their tea.
Another Park Piece : Enjoying the Greenery
“on their way for their tea”:) I love a proper cup of tea:) Children here in the south drink “sweet” cold tea. Poor babies, don’t know what their are missing:) Love your poem:) Thank you for sharing:):)
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Denise – I was referring to Tea in the Eating sense of the word – instead of using “Dinner”! – but i’m glad you liked the poem – cheers for reading.
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See, I have learned something “new” about the having Tea:) love it!!! Thank you for sharing:):):)
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