Today I revisited Arundel Street Park, a treasure trove of my precious primary school memories. I lived near Arundel Street Park during my time at primary school and spent many of my afternoons cycling in the park, playing around in the vegetable gardens. There has been so many changes since my last visit as the trees bloomed into a row of guardians protecting the lanes of the park.
Walking on the grass reminds me of the times when I ran laps on the grass and had some snow ball fights during the cold winter and I can hear the sounds of children playing resonating in the air while smelling the smells of pizza and barbeque from the neighbouring gardens. Through today’s park exploration, I wrote a short poem about my past and present impressions of Arundel Street Park.
Arundel Street Park: Memories of Youth
Arundel Street Park, a haven of my youth,
Where memories of childhood are anchored in truth,
Cycling through lanes and playing in the sun,
My afternoons were filled with endless fun.
The trees have bloomed into guardians tall,
Protecting the park and its paths for all,
Their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze,
Echoing the laughter of my childhood memories.
Walking on the grass, I feel its soft embrace,
Remembering the times when I ran with grace,
Laps and snowball fights in the winter’s chill,
Memories that linger and give me a thrill.
The sounds of children playing in the air,
Echo through the park, without any care,
And the smells of pizza and barbecue,
Remind me of the neighbours and friends I once knew.
Arundel Street Park, a treasure trove,
Filled with memories of a time I love,
A place where I grew and learned to play,
And where I’ll return again someday.