Princes Park, Burntwood

Not quite a forest, with only three trees,
They even have names, faith, hope and charity.

Yet on the United Kingdom it has made its mark
As the country’s smallest park.

For the marriage of Prince Albert, and Alexandra,
It was created in commemoration

As a gesture of appreciation,
From a very grateful nation.

Neatly fenced, with bench seating too
It welcomes visitors- but just a few.

Flash

A wind -blown crow’s nest
You look down on all around

Seeing everything, and nothing
As Flash money changes hands

Spring comes late
Summer leaves early

Windows shut tight from the
Keen blast off Axe Edge

And Method was once found
Behind stone walls

Counties and minds meet
At Three Shires Head

Where men and beasts
Shoulder their burden

Over Packhorse bridge
Bearing countless journeys

A place where a score
Can be settled