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Oct 2017
There is a Park Bench dedicated to a PT, died too young at the age of 33
The Bench sits overlooking the lake
Used by young and old alike to sit, relate and contemplate.

The young hold hands and kiss with lips and tongues
The old cuddle tight to warm up their bones
Parents sit with children on their knees
Dogs sit by their owners waiting patiently

At night the homeless take up post and repose, sleeping with their blankets pulled tight, leaving again by morning light
Budding authors taking over, sitting down to write
Hoping to be inspired watching the swans take flight

Who'd have thought a bench could offer such diversity
I'm sure the young PT would be pleased to see the park bench full of such activity
The Park Bench that is dedicated to a PT who died to early at the age of 33
Jackie Mead
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Jackie Mead  60/F/United Kingdom
(60/F/United Kingdom)   
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