Morden Hall Park Poem by Chris Goss

Oh how it cleared my woes
The enclave of sumptuously leaved trees
Bordering grass that should not be mown
The shallow, rippling and shimmering river
With trickling music to your ear

Oh how it cleared my woes
Four year old pink balloon tied tricycle
Shiney white and graced pink and bright
Grandad's guiding pole, similarly adorned
The huddle and chatter with Grandma
A Sudden crouch for a squirrelling squirrel
The beyond joyousness of the tot beheld

Oh how it cleared my woes
Joggers and riders all bent on the same
Youths kicking around a ball, using their tops for posts.
The Parakeets screeching alarm
To which danger I do not know

Oh how it cleared my woes
The sprinkle of joyful picnickers
Some hampers and blankets
And others oh so natural cock-a-hoop
And dancing dogs chasing their tails
The rollicking children playing chase
With others fluttering in the stream

Oh how it clears my woes
My final act is to walk once more
Before the soft gentle tickling flame
The flowing scattering across the park
So the meadow poppy and lily will blossom
So the meadow poppy and lily will blossom