Stave Hill
it was so sunny, and there on that hill you could see onto the London skyline, breeze blew and it was created the year I was born, the hill,1989, from the rubble from the docks, from metal and glass, ever changing, the trees of Russia woodland, ever standing strong and proud, a lady in pink ever running up and down, disturbing the stillness, the peace of it all…
Stave Hill, Rotherhithe/ Canada Water