When I was a kid, I grew up in a place called Roehampton, known as the last village in London. It's a very green area, and I grew up in a big block of flats, but from my block of flats, I could see a wonderful park called Richmond Park, where there were ponds and deer and lots of wildlife, and I would go out to Richmond Park with my friends and family and explore the nature and the wildlife there. This poem is called "Richmond Park", and it's inspired by my memories of that wonderful place. "Richmond Park. A park where trees veiled the aerials and satellite dishes, where the sweet scent of winter berries disguised the stench from the bins, where birdsong replaced shouts, where marshes replaced monsters. I ran in my red trainers to Richmond Park. Trees of every shade of green, horse chestnut trees with conker like fists, begging to be conquered, wanting to be knocked. Richmond Park, arcing canes of blackberries, berries like black-eye clusters, like frog spawn, protected by inch-long thorns promising to prick. Richmond Park, deer with chestnut eyes, their irises like black diamonds. Richmond Park, danger and adventure wrapped in its dark fronds, and at its centre lay two deep ponds.".