We're savoring Nature in the mid eighties
It really won't matter which we chose
Trollies or busses, or covered wagons
Take Regent's Park in the 1980's
We push our young in her pram. Scattering
Scattering crumbs along the way for ducks
With the ducks following we make our way
First stop is the lake, there's no ice today
Toss the rest of the bread--the quacking stops
We are history, those ducks find someone new
Young ones are busy racing their sailboats
Crafted last night loving care, pieces now
Trees are budding flowers--no blossoms yet
Spring is hiding no more, she she's turning green
We walk some miles birds abound, large and small
Still not one flower--have ice cream and go
Our way out we stop to watch trapeze school
Students learning their ropes out in the cool
Leaving we head over to Primrose Hill
And have some fish and chips on our way back
[The neighborhood park just off Abbey Road]
Notes:
This poem was supposed to be inspired after reading of the life and viewing some of the art of the turn of the 19th Century Canadian artist Emily Carr. You can read of her at the link below. I was impressed by her totem pole subjects' renditions but was not particularly inspired by them to write.
I WAS NOT INSPIRDED TO WRITE BY ANY ONE
OF THEM IN PARTICULAR, JUST HER MOTIVATION IN GENERAL.
I was inspired by her efforts to keep Nature's marvels and beauty in the untamed. Though she did not specifically write or paint of preservation, our municipalities have obliged with a wonderful collection of accessible parks for us humans to enjoy. This thought plus the liberal free gifts that the British have given inspired me to write of the magnificent London Regent's Park which I have enjoyed visiting quite frequently (see my reference below).
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2013, 2019, 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Wild Woman in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/08/wordy-thursday-with-wild-woman-art-of.html?m=1
- When our daughter was in London working, for five years, we visited her often and stayed long. I believe every time we visited Regent's Park at least once. It makes a pleasant and safe place for walking. Link
I’d love to know which painting took you all the way to Regent’s Park, Jim – it has to be one of the greener ones. Thank you for taking me back to feeding the ducks there. Sadly, I never got to see the trapeze school, but I have watched jugglers and stilt walkers practising their skills.
ReplyDeleteYour poem took me back, Jim, to feeding the ducks - and my grandfather feeding the ducks - years when I wore out the wheels of several baby buggies pushing my babies through the long afternoons. I so enjoyed looking back at a glimpse of your life in this poem.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! We used to walk the children along Regent's Park as well. Those fair-weather ducks must still be there!
ReplyDeleteThere is a wonderful lake in Beaverton, OR. Great for walking dogs, and feeding ducks. Love this poem, Jim.
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