Within this old park <br />On the housing estate <br />The fun as a child that I had, <br />Waking the memories <br />Of times I'd forgotten <br />The times I was happy and glad. <br /> <br />It all looks familiar <br />Although things have changed <br />The picture is almost the same, <br />The trees have all grown <br />And the flats have all gone <br />Yet this is the place where I came. <br /> <br />As sunlight does shine <br />Over dark terraced rooftops <br />The silhouette shapes that I see, <br />The slide and the swings <br />And the see-saw beyond <br />That now is as still as can be. <br /> <br />Once there was laughter <br />And smiles in the sunshine <br />Here in the days long before, <br />Now hushed are the voices <br />The park so deserted <br />Where children don't play anymore.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/within-this-old-park/
