A Park is........

I wouldn't normally post an image of someone else's art.  After all if you consider photography to be art, as I do, it is a form of plagiarism.  I was, however taken by this new sculpture in Walsall Arboretum.  We'd gone for a walk and rather than head into the countryside, we decided to visit the park.  We'd been impressed by the level of care of the park taken by the Council and its staff and the variety of activities available.

At a time when money available to local Councils is in short supply and they are making decisions on a daily basis where to spend and where to save, it is commendable that the parks still receive this kind of attention.  We just loved the words of this poem, so delightfully woven into this piece of art.

By Paedar O' Donoghue

A park is
The kick of a ball,
a red brick wall,
a first kiss,
a moonlit wish,
Saturday mornings
bold and bright,
frosty winters huddled tight.
Springs come and autumns go,
children play and children grow,
the circle of life in plant and soil
full of hope and full of toil,
there for us through thick and thin,
when we lose or if we win.
We may change but it will stay,
In darkest night and brightest day,
always here, always giving,
a park is for LIFE
so let’s start living!


Long may our parks remain.