Park Life

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Take a walk in your local park and you’ll often notice nothing beyond the odd jogger

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Someone struggling with a buggy

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A dog or three, concentrating on its business.

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And showing that there’s a canine response to some of the notices

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But it’s easy to miss the specifics.

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The bench memorial, to an unknown, much loved local

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The tennis courts, and bowling green empty yet expectant

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The community garden, poised for another smattering of volunteers

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The clock, a gift from a self aggrandising Victorian

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Toilets

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And more notices

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Signposts

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And sandpits, with the odd little brick turrets

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And shelters

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Woods

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Open heath

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Sport for all: A lido

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An out door gym

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Swing beams and cyclocross

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And a lonely waterfowl

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Joggers

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And a memorial to a brave young man, dead in 1915, winner of the Victoria Cross

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Who, like our little park

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Not forgotten.

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Give the parks their due

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They’re a diary

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A memorial

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Births and deaths inter-twinned

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With all the life in between

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London is a lucky place to be, methinks

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With a park on every corner.

I hope all of you, my readers, are going to find your own little microcosm today, a package of life’s richness: not all good, not all bad, but together a worthy enterprise, this living thing. Make the most of the Living Years, no regrets please.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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5 Responses to Park Life

  1. Rowena says:

    So much to see in that park, Geoff Thanks for taking me for a virtual walk. It won’t help ease my queasy post-Christmas stomach ache or walk off any kilos but I did enjoy it.
    xx Ro

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  2. What a great walk. Wishing you a happy holiday season.

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  3. Charli Mills says:

    I like that idea of your London parks being like diaries. I feel that way about pioneer cemeteries in the US. Between reading stones, memorials and studying plants and relations between those buried, one can read the diary of a place. However, these are but snapshots to your grander, living diaries. Thanks for the walk! I get to enjoy London through these jaunts!

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  4. willowdot21 says:

    Another beautiful post, sure I have read this one before. Hope you are enjoying your Christmas day!xx

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