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The Park

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05 May 2007 The Park 25 June 6:00am. As the sun slowly begins to rise, a peaceful chirping noise comes from the birds hidden amongst the trees. The park is about to wake from its long, tranquil and peaceful sleep. The woodland is beginning to arise-a humming grasshopper and the odd droning bee. The sunlight shines, making tall beams of light through the gaps in the branches of the trees. The tall night-scary trees become friendlier in the early morning brightness. As the woodland prepares for another swelteringly warm, sunny day the air becomes moist and heavy, making it hard to breathe. When the morning sunlight hits the tall metal structures of the play park, they breathe a sigh of relief. They are about to be played on again. The large space will soon be full of screaming, happy children spending a fulfilled day on the many swings, slides and roundabouts the park has to offer. The two tennis courts do not get used much. They are protected by a huge green wire fence, which keeps people not wanted on the inside, on the outside just as walls keep intruders from a castle. The heavily padlocked door remains locked as the key is kept in the firm grip of the angry park keepers' hand. Gentle rippling waves caress the surface of the pond. The reeds of the pond sway gently back and forwards like adoring football fans with their scarves held aloft at a football match while the moor hens begin their everlasting quest for food jerking their heads like small black snakes. The park is prepared for the grueling day ahead. It was 6am and Barry the park keeper's alarm began ringing loudly. Barry yawned and tried to wipe the crusty sleep from his eyes with his shirtsleeve. He was very annoyed. It had been a week now. Beer cans were strewn everywhere branches had been viciously snapped off the trees and graffiti was sprayed all over the children's play park. ...read more.


On that evening, he made a discovery, which was to him like an explorer discovering a new land. There, half hidden under the ramp was a skateboard looking lifeless and alone, as he had often felt. Jed quickly looked around to make sure he had no spectators and he silently climbed up the top of the ramp. He silently looked around again. He was caught between two feelings -being very excited about having a go on a skateboard and being spotted by someone. Taking a deep breath he rolled into the ramp. It took three or four rolling motions up and down the ramp before he realised what he was doing. 'Yes I can do it!' he shouted exuberantly. Jed was thrilled over his amazing feat. He thought he was in his element-like a duck on water-and when he was on the ramp he felt like he was flying as a seagull does soaring freely above the waves. Jed skated on the ramp until the early hours of the morning. It seemed to him that the time had flown by because he had never had such a brilliant time. He decided he would try to sleep so he could watch the skateboarders and pick up some ideas for tricks to try the following night. Jed hid the skateboard in a large, prickly thorn bush and settled down under the ramp. The following day Jed watched the skateboarders as he always did. He also noticed the signs for a skateboard competition at the ramp the following Saturday. Jed was excited about the thought of this-it was his chance to show his skills to the park and prove he could do something. Over the next week Jed learnt many tricks, due to his natural ability on his skateboard. His favorites were the ones that made him feel as if he could fly- it made him seem as if he had the ability to fly away from all his problems that the harshness of homelessness can bring. ...read more.


He raced back to the park hardly feeling the hot sun and the beads of sweat running down his temple. He rushed down the path lined with huge Oak and Willow trees where he almost collided with the park keeper but that did not matter to him. He had more important things on his mind. He was filled with anticipation, excitement and hope feelings he had never experienced before... The game was over; she had gone; she was not there. Midnight. 25 June. The park slumbers. Even the alcoholic tramps have passed out under the skateboard ramp. In the woodland area the only animals that appear to be awake are the Owls and the Bats. The Owl sings it's solemn, tiresome hooting noise like a bad singer singing a solo. It glided from the Oak tree and between the treetops as it beat away in the night and become less and less real. The Bat noiselessly flies around the wood in its quest for food as a fighter jet drops bombs as a target. The woodland has now become very cool; it is no longer a tropical rainforest it is a temperate one. The play park is again extremely empty and free from noise. Even the swing has stopped its lonely, squeaking motion; the roundabout and slides are still but there cold metal somehow retains a sense of heat from the days burning sun. No child would recognise the play park as the dusk intensifies and gathers the shadows to itself. The smell of the grass was stronger and sweeter now. The whole park was infused with the scent as sweet as meadow hay. The midsummer moon rose from the dark rim of the wood almost as bright as the sun. In the still water of the pond there was another moon and the reeds rustled against each other in the cool, twilight air. The night was only short and soon there was a paler glow in the eastern sky. The sun was to return, to enlighten the park with another day. ...read more.

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