Small
My park is small
And I’ve only been there
Once
My special park.
A seat or two
And a disused
Sandpit
A large tree
And sunshine.
The park that witnessed
A special moment
In time.
Sticky toffee apple
Dancing Autumn leaves
And trying to write
A few meaningful
Words.
All history led
To that time
That place.
Everything since
Grows from it;
The narrow neck
Of an hourglass.
In the park.
Thanks to Tory for inspiring this post.
Rosalie Squires 
I think this is a particularly lovely poem. It took me back to my childhood! Thank you.
Love the poem. I especially liked the part, “Sticky toffee apple. Dancing Autumn leaves”. I can smell the toffee and see the leaves. I’d love to find out more about this park and your experience there. BTW, thanks for liking my post about History: Boring or Alive.