Treasure Island

Paul Gerard Reed


Cornthwaite Park


An English Sunday morning
With cricket pitch prepared,
Lemonade and frothy coffees
The hint of roast beef hangs in the air;

Over Sunday newspapers
An unhurried contemplation,
In the distance, faintly
Church organ and congregation;

Sun-dappled wooded hideaways
Quiet winding lanes,
Dog walkers and joyful dogs
Swings and climbing frames;

First hopeful rose buds swelling
Ladybirds engaged in tasks menial,
Cabbage Whites flutter past in pairs
Their flimsy beauty ethereal

A late spring Sunday morning
From pressures we disembark
To spend a precious hour
As we walk in Cornthwaite Park

Submitted: Monday, May 19, 2014
Edited: Monday, May 19, 2014

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