use of space that never could have been envisaged!
February 2, 2012
As the sun sets on a winter afternoon, ‘a space’ gets used in a way never envisaged by those who created it. The decorative water pools – the White Rock Fountains – in Hastings . . . . useful now to another group of ‘users’!
Thank you Anonymous!
Whenever people ask me,
How am I,
I always end up saying
FINE.
But the truth is I’m not.
I’m not fine.
I’m worse than fine,
and fine is horrible.
I want to feel great,
and i can only feel that when I’m with you.
But ever since you’re not here,
Fine is all I feel.
I want to feel you.
You hand in mine,
Your arm around my waist,
Your sweet lips caressing my own.
But you’re gone.
All you’ll ever be is gone,
and all I’ll ever be is
Fine. Anonymous Fine
terrain 
February 2, 2012 at 22:29
Very sad poem. Is that ice on the water?
February 2, 2012 at 22:59
Yes quite thick ice so the new game was to see who could break it with the side of a skate board! All teenage poems seem sad!!
February 2, 2012 at 23:03
Yes isn’t it painfully sad. Great shots of the skaters though, they’ll appreciate the fame.