Poem about the war memorial in the parkland on top of the hill overlooking Scarborough

The Seasons at Oliver’s Mount 

In winter, the referees’ whistles fill the field.

In spring, the birds’ songs fill the air among the trees.

In summer, the bikers’ drone fills the suburb below.

In autumn, the reading of memorial names fills the spirit

As it soars right out across the bay.

Stuart Larner   published in Scarborough Review November 2013