City Stories

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  Sitting in the Rooftop Garden

  By

  Jack Horne

  Sitting in the rooftop garden

  Wind-chimes tinkling

  A small water fountain trickling

  Appearing louder than the traffic far below

  The gentle breeze blows

  As I sip an ice cold designer beer

  I survey my surroundings

  Potted plants

  Brightly coloured

  And exotic smelling

  I could almost forget this is Liverpool

  Then I look beyond my rooftop

  See the city

  Bustling with people

  The river rushes on

  Ah, the Mersey

  Ebbing memories flow back to me

  Childhood

  Work

  Family

  I close my eyes

  And listen to the water fountain…

  …Or can I hear the river?

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  Role Play

  By

  Adele Cosgrove-Bray