Budding poets young and old are invited to send in their poems to be published each month in our park noticeboards and on our website. Send to:- firstname.lastname@example.org
Chase Park Thoughts by Christopher Kitchen
The park is thriving,
Trees in full bloom,
Families playing and squirrels running round.
From morning till dusk fun is a must,
So many people just enjoying the sun.
Then going home with a glint in the eye,
Knowing tomorrow they can come back again and enjoy Chase Park for all it’s beauty.
‘Cos in Whickham it’s the best place to be!
You stand in the corner, staring at me.
Ignore you, I’d love to, but impossible, as I see
Your black exterior in perfect alignment,
Reflecting in the midday sun.
You speak in a thousand tongues,
Can’t believe your descriptive words
Which show me life in other worlds,
Other worlds of famine, fires, droughts and tsunamis
There are many sides to you; gentle, compassionate as
Your friends speak of love or adventures; this I enjoy,
Now you transgress and shift to abhorrent ideologies,
Recounting wars, murder, rape, torture, atrocities.
Reality kicks in, do I believe all I see, all I hear; No!
Fake news from Presidents, politicians, social media,
I watch your plastic exterior and illuminated display,
Enough I think, as I press the button; back to reality.
April Poems & Robin Photograph by Christopher Kitchen
I go to the park the birds to feed
And from the bushes the robins do come.
They sit on my hand and eat their seed
While the great tit sits looking on.
When they’ve had their fill out come the rest,
The blackbirds, tits and the jays.
They love to feast on the seed on the floor
And they know to come back for more.
Cos day after day I’ll sit taking pics
As they enjoy breakfast amoure.
It’s funny to see how things change.
Birds suddenly find their own food,
But at the same time bushes do bloom
And the park is how we want it to look.
Chase Park volunteers do wonderful things:
Flower beds, borders, weeding and stuff.
Families using the swings,
Tennis, basketball and bowls.
We’ll never know how lucky we are, cos Chase Park is ours,
Do Your Bit! by Ollie, aged 10
One day will be your last play
So this is what I have to say:-
One day this beautiful place will be gone,
So let’s save this wonderful creation
Let’s do our bit as a Nation.
So spread this word,
And do your bit
While old people sit and knit.