In 1912 there was no Small Park…

  Instead, orderly rows of workers' cottages

No thriving native plants in gardens

 reminders and remainders

 of untamed forest encroaching stealthily

on farms clinging to the city's edge...

In this urban oasis of calm

in 2012

a seat or two on which to contemplate

  the plantings on either side the soft green  lawns

and orderly path

blades of Cabbage Trees rattle in a gust

the gloss of Griselinia

the fragrance of pittosporum

 in a tiny place of stillness...

in 1912 replaced by roses perhaps,

 scorned in the land which bore them.

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Comment by mark thomas prisco on February 8, 2012 at 10:28

Excellent. Calm stillness - with a rhythm to suit, controlled; ambling along at it's own quiet pace.

the gloss of Griselinia

the fragrance of pittosporum

 in a tiny place of stillness...

Comment by hamish withers on February 2, 2012 at 12:41

As usual you write well. You are great at setting the scene. I like yr consideration of history and what was before. Have u read the book "Off the Sheeps Back" by Jack Richards? Richards family were pioneers in NZ and cleared bush in a remote area. He was a champion sheerer. His book has some interesting info and pics of how NZ used to be.

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