I came across this sculpture/poem on the ground in Walsall Arboretum the other day, whilst out walking with my daughter and our dogs. In case you can't read it from my photo:
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!
