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Bronwyn Evans: [1 , 2 ]
   
 
i've driven past the Cashmere Playground many times
and it amuses me, and makes me a little sad
as i look at the long white slide
it was enormous when i was a kid, positively gargantuan in length
now i'm not so impressed, it kinda looks small
and feeble
remember playing on the see saw in the playground at the top of our road
in Lyttelton
about three kids on an end and one on the other
you'd leap three feet off the seat while trying to hang on
and the bones in your bum would hurt for days
but you couldn't wait to go back
it's only on a decent swing that i feel like i can still fly

you see i'd
changed my mind about going for a proper walk
needing something more than just fresh air to breathe
higher perspective, maybe
i found my little car heading up the hill to
Nicolson Park
found a deserted park bench
i'd never had the opportunity to sit upon
a gray old day from up here
a little boy sparrow came hopping round the grass
jumped right up by my foot
a couple of his friends had gathered about as well

my dim witted self  suddenly realised why he was so bold
and i said out loud "i didn't bring anything with me, i'm sorry,
i didn't even think about it"
he seemed resigned and continued foraging

well i'd finished my mental interlude after a fashion
and rose to leave, grateful for the comfortable bench
and the peace it had afforded me
and with my own love of the sea smiled at the plaque on the seat
placed obviously by a loving family,
it read
for her love of Sumner and the sea
in rememberance of Daryl Brown


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