Park - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The park, once resplendent in the town's heyday was a scrub of moss and weeds. The down and outs jostled each other for a spot on a rusting metal bench, anything to get off the sodden spring ground. Used needles lay amidst the shabby greenery, invisible and able to pierce the common light-weight shoes the children wear. There is a movement to reclaim it amongst the town's elite, replant the flowers and clear the garbage from the ponds. Maybe it will happen one day, it would be so nice, but for now the rest of us are too busy working three part time jobs to make a full time wage. So we just skirt around it whatever the time of day, no shortcuts, no way, not ever.
The park was nothing like those of the smaller towns. Theirs were miniature formal gardens for the elderly that had retired there for the quiet life. They had benches, ornamental trees, flowers year round and water fountains in clear lakes that were stocked with Koi carp. But not here. Not in the big town. Here a park meant acres of concrete interspersed with neat grass verges. We have rollerblading tracks, tennis courts, basketball courts, water parks and skate boarder basins. There are vendors with hotdogs and burgers, vendors with curry and rice, vendors with tacos and sour cream. There's always music, sometimes clashing from various sources, none of them official. We don't have colour from roses or asters, but it is more vibrant than any planned garden. I'm sure when my hair begins to whiten I will move out just like Nanna did and sit somewhere the birds can actually be heard. But right now I feel like that day will never come, even waiting for each weekend feels like an eternity.
The twenty square acres of entrancing if formalized beauty of the park, crossed by pathways so convenient that they might have been purposefully designed to lead from one centre of power to another, must he thought, have heard more secrets than any other part of London.
Entering the park, a slight breeze rustles the leaves making them fall to the solid ground one by one.The air was warm, the beams of sunlight glowing on my skin. Flowers are vast, and they conceal the freshly cut green grass. The pathway is nothing more than dirt littered with random rocks. the children are playing and the parents talking among each other. (By:Asmaa)
The park is my kind of place in its absolute stillness. If there was a person moving in here I would hear them. I am alone. The old swings are stationary and there is barely even a soft whisper from what leaves remain in the late autumn trees. The rain has melted the leaves underfoot to slush, without it I might not have dared enter for fear of giving my position away. On the downward slope of the park the ground is waterlogged at this time of year and using an old fork to stir up a fresh face-pack is simple enough. It’s icy and coarse with grit. I just have to hope it’s thick enough to cover. I wish I could wear shades to obscure my eyes but that would be as good as a blindfold tonight.
Suburban park, expanse of grass, beloved and familiar place, straight gravelled paths lined with deciduous trees, round or rectangular flower beds thick with discordant petal colours, statue slightly green, dogs exercised with balls and frisbees, games of soccer, clumps of tall rhododendrons, wooden benches with brass dedication plates, fenced area for lawn bowling club, tennis area, skate and bike park with concrete ramps.
The sunbeams poured through narrow openings of the pale clouds as it outlined the fringes of the lazy drifting clouds.The calm relaxing shade of blue in the background supported the clouds and sun. The colorful swings grew wings as it merilly jumped up and down accompanied by little humans with smiles from ear to ear...
The park covered a wide area that could fit about three small houses. It was hilly with a tall tree or two near one hill. There were benches for people to sit in every corner and jogging tracks were all around the edges of the park. The west corner had some swings too on which many children used to come and play. Flower hedges and bushes grew all around; this made the park look more pleasant and attractive. This place would have been most beautiful at this time; it would have been so pleasurable to relax here and take in some cool fresh air but only if bad things were not happening.