Hope Park

(Keswick, Cumbria)

Sunlight dapples the lakeside trees,
new flower gardens and crazy golf,
pensioners on numerous seats,
watch the passing prams and dogs.

People going to the  lake and boats
stop for an ice cream on their way,
along with walkers set for peaks,
idly starting a more strenuous day.

This gem of a local public park,
philanthropic gift to the town,
breathes an air of genteel gaiety
with an atmosphere all its own.

Beyond the park a Victorian
terrace of elegant town houses,
now a bed and breakfast hub,
commercial chic espouses.

I have a soft spot for this place,
scene of many family visits,
fond memories are gathered here
along with absent spirits.

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