Queens Park

Queens Park

 

Fountain spray spoke in splatters,

Transporting me through towering gates,

Red brick embraced with wrought iron,

Prologue to a wonderland.

 

I step inside a world to be stolen,

By a path beneath sun drenched treetops.

Sparrows sung songs of childhood,

Flittering ahead, leading the way.

 

One solitude rhododendron,

Enticed the company of a bee,

Leaves playing the debaucher,

While nectar awaited it's prey.

 

Ducks awakened my attention,

Guiding me to a shimmering pond,

Leading me past Tinkerbell and Peter,

Their master hidden behind magnolias.

 

He knelt perched upon a rock,

Surrounded by fairies and elves dancing,

Munro's waterwheel hummed Amazing Grace

To music heard beyond imaginations reach.

 

A sundial catches my gaze,

Golden though splattered with age,

Madam de Point and Minnehaha roses,

Stood strong still holding their pose.

 

The last corner concealed a recycled vision,

A beauty of entangled stumps,

It harboured a guarded nest,

Of the dragon evolved from roots.

 

Beyond the boarder awaits a world,

Surrounded by coloured concrete,

Cars and buses suffocate the songs,

Sung within the garden's walls.

 

Children long to enter,

The land inside the gates,

But homework, sports and tutors,

All dominate the clock.

 

Maybe they'll take their children,

In another season of time,

Letting them sing and play,

Like their grand parents did,

Once Upon a Time.