Ruth Walters

Parks - Poem by Ruth Walters

Parks are special places,
where old ladies
and lovers woo.

They're little oasis of pleasure
away from the daily grind,
the mainstream
where the sun peeps through.

Loud traffic noise
is replaced by birdsong
worry and stress
by peace

and time can wait,
be pushed aside to stew
so you and I, just for a while,
can be free…..

Comments about Parks by Ruth Walters

  • (9/15/2012 8:47:00 AM)

    An evocative write on an increasingly precious urban asset and resource of tranquility and escape for all. (Report) Reply

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  • Martin O'Neill (6/18/2012 1:50:00 PM)

    I too, love the tranquility of parks within cities where the fumes and bustle can be left behind and one can connect again. I recently worked to renovate Regents Canall in Hackney/Bethnal Green. The surrounding town was awful, noisy, smelly, rundown and dangerous to a country-boy like me. However, the canal passed through Victoria park which was a green haven and my salvation during the early morning site inspection at 6.30am. (We started at 7.30 but that was my peaceful time) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012

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