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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