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Trip To the Park

I walk up the promenade franked by the flowers Seas of Marigolds with Alyssum waves An ocean of daffodils and a bluebell wood too Manicured lawns and beautiful trees A cafe selling ice cream and afternoon teas I walk through a hidden glade that leads to the zoo rabbits and Guinea pigs and a parrot or two Mums pushing prams and dads playing games The lake as a bridge which is an honour to cross named after soldiers who fought in a war and now to the business at hand ! poaching the lake and feeding the swans . comp enter 14/02/2016 , new to the site if the form wrong someone tell me please. The park in question is Crewe given to the town by the railway company,in its hey day coach trips would be arranged from other towns that is many years ago , The bridge over the lake is called the Burma star bridge , and no fishing allowed so a game of cat and mouse with the park wardens . cheers

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