SCENIC SUNDAY
ROSLYN RESERVE
It lies between the houses like a little secret place;
Almost like a grotto, in a way.
Like a little piece of summer that was somehow left behind,
For us to find on a chilly winter's day.
It isn't quite a park; there are no roundabouts, no swings,
In fact there aren't amenities at all!
Not even paths to walk along, though shadows fleck the grass,
Thrown down by gum-trees standing straight and tall.
And it's there we took my grandson to run between the trees,
Chasing the dog and playing in the sun.
It felt like a private Paradise, designed for just we three,
So near and yet so far from everyone.
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Max encountered trees a year ago here:
4 comments:
I miss the days of romping through the woods with a young Grandson...he's now 21, so I see him only occasionally these days.
Enjoy Grandmother!
I think you are a Mary Poppins kind of grandmother and you just make the impossible, possible. Your grandchildren maybe to young to see your magic, but I am certain they enjoy it.
Lovely shadows here, too! A lovely retreat.
A lovely place to take one's Grandson. Max sure is lucky to have a sweet Grandma.
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