Homefield Park, West Worthing
Upon its spreading greens
So many times I’ve visited
Through five decades it seems
A haven for the family
For picnics ‘neath the trees
Or walks in Autumn’s golden days
Kicking up the leaves
Halfpipes now for boarders
Tennis courts have gone to seed
The movement of the years that pass
Makes way for changing need
Unchanging though remain the trees
Proud ‘neath Worthing skies
A Homefield Park for squirrels too
Taking refuge in their size
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