Wrote this for the Birkenhead Park poetry competition, didn't win, but well, never mind eh?

It’s so long since we walked in Birkenhead Park, together

And wandered at will down the paths, or fed ducks on the lake,

And rolled in the grass, or sat under a tree in fine weather

Where light-sabres of sun fight the dark-side, and we lie and wait.

Watch blue, fish-shaped, sky in an ocean of leaves making patterns,
piratical squirrels walk planks in the branches and boughs,
While everyday worries shed gathering weight, and like lanterns
rise up in the freshening air, growing light as the stars.

Time passes…each click of a switch holds us captive, enslaves us.
An electrical fix makes mechanical drones of us all
when we sit at a screen, forever and ever, enacting
an alien dream; its not real, yet it swallows us whole.

Hedgehogs aren’t sonic, they live on the ground and eat insects,
wander the park’s secret night, when there’s no-one about.
This couch will go nowhere, we have many places to see yet,
The park is the entrance; the earth is our home, look around.

Leave your DS behind, turn off the TV and computer,
Fetch your shoes…come with me son, and let us be strangers no more.
We’ll visit the park, have adventures, explore, and play football.
Are you ready to go? Look son, I have opened the door.