Poetic tribute
SIR - This poem was written after walking in Knowle Park one Sunday in October. How sad it would be to lose all this? Nowhere local for us oldies to walk.
My Sunday walk took me along
The path to Knowle Park.
Camera in hand I stood and
Looked across the park on
This bright, sunny morning.
So peaceful it all seems, the
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Trees an orange and yellow hue,
Brighter with the suns rays passing
Through branches of magnificent trees.
Knowle Park is the heart of Sidmouth
With its Gothic Folly still standing,
What stories it could tell of past endeavours,
A ginko tree with gnarled branches
Reaches out across the velvet lawn.
A hare sits quiet in thought as I click
Away, his home will soon be no more,
No bird song will be heard or badgers
Sett will lie in this special place.
Soon bulldozers will wrench all to
The ground, tall buildings will rise
Killing all that to us is God given.
My photographs are all I will have
To remind me of this tranquil idyll.
Beryl Smyter-Dray
Primley Road, Sidmouth
