Finding time in Chester Park UK

 
    
The wrought iron gate closed        
not locked but proof enough      
against street cries and bustling bus      
filtered noise, squeezing between the rails      
loud enough to guide us back      
should we wish.     
Jack and me, my friend and I.      
Few shared the gravel crunch      
Its puddles and its mud,      
unlike stone-clad paths outside      
where one can rush, from shop to shop,     
foot-fall-sure and level,      
only pedestrian clash to spoil the day.      
Listen !...eavesdrop on  blackbird songs      
see them love and feed their brood.     
Leaves whispering in the breeze      
here is space and time for thought      
rainbow choice, gold and green      
wind- blown songs that fade,      
'Though never die but join the library      
where stored in alphabet and order      
Aamillion years or more from now,      
share  space with other sounds      
Eroica, Beatitude, ranting tyrant      
and mundane conversations.      
Deep the wood, remnant of the chase.      
Stillness lets us hear ourselves..........      
Lub-dub... lub-dub of healthy hearts...      
Left right, feet reply, slow, predictable.      
Room here to walk and dream,      
no barging rushing crowds      
no false 'sorry sirs'      
(Whose fault, anyway?)      
The world is not a crowded place,     
we crush each other in the train      
because we will not take another route,     
But here there is room,  
Grasses, touching in the lawn      
Having space enough      
making way for dandelion clocks    
and timeless daisy.      
We came to walk and talk      
Recreate,  think .rest awhile,      
 leave behind the din of making money....      
The gaudy coke      
Three for two, or two for one.      
Gum strewn pavement slabs,      
take-away ,throw-away      
And eat-out shops,     
what we found was time.