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The Park
My park to me was not see-saws nor swings instead, a treasure chest of stranger things. A marble grave, 1891, well kept where 'Tiny', estate owner's dog now slept. The long gone Manor House front Portico and where the star struck teenage lovers go holds carvings, some initials, from the past though in one case someone had left their last. Script ' E Potts joined navy 1943' Did such detail writ mean 'remember me'? So many times I've gazed upon his name that plea cut deep in stone it's power retains. His call over the years still engraved there since boyhood I have offered up a prayer. The culvert is a concrete tour de force too tempting for adventurers, of course. Amphitheatre for screaming, scary, in heavy rain, tomb for the unwary. Mill races, lock gates, tunnels, falls and weirs all testing grounds for our deep darkest fears. There was no challenge our band could resist we cocked a snook, and nature raised a fist. Returning home, triumphant, green with moss, in trouble, but we didn't give a toss. The moment was our game and joy the prize, such treasure blind to all but children's eyes. Seek us out, the park was where you found us, Green fields of innocence, it's magic bound us. Feb 14th 2016 For contest 'The Park', sponsored by Craig Cornish.
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