Heavitree Community Page​
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We've had some wonderful contributions from the residents of Heavitree and supporters of the Squilometre projects in celebration of this place so we'd like to share them with you and  issue an invitation  to send us, by email, anything that you would like to add to this page. 
Email:  [email protected]
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​Misty morning in Heavitree Park - Dave Littler

"Often in those quiet moments it's where small ideas are born then grow into big things " - Heavitree Park - Grace Hadden

Inside St Michael's School in Heavitree, which is also home to City Community Church (CCC) - Jackie Hoile
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Blood red moon over St Michael's and All Angels - Kerrin Lyons

The Park in Autumn - Mia Leather

I pass a lady every day in Heavitree on my way into work and she now she has offered up a poem for me to share with you:-

EASTER DAY
Easter time is nearly here
Birds singing reminding us it is near
With flowers appearing all over the place
Misty cold mornings will soon disappear without trace
Baskets of chocolate eggs will soon be on their way
To announce to all at last it is Easter Day

Thank you Susan - How bloomin' lovely!

And please see below some poetry shared by a resident and inspired by the history of South Lawn Terrace.​

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​Sparrow

Was he bird or man
He wondered,
Stretched his arms
Expecting wings.
The sound of the wind
Across the hilltop
Was all that he heard
In the distance a silent roar
Of the silence itself

Nothing stirred.
Sparrow headed south
To the church yard,
His sight followed the flight
Of wing weave and flap
Rose arose the meadow
Nestled in the yew
Waiting for the old church door
To swing open

He flew then into the rafters
Hid there awhile
Taking comfort amongst the familiar song, nurtured,
To go on again when the sermon was over
Into the unknown.

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The sky was blue 
The sky was blue,
The season late summer.
Thoughts hung in the air
Languid.
 
Was it the seasons change
That troubled him?
Binny hardly noticed
His minds reasoning,
Shuffled thoughts like cards
Watching the skittle alley
Into the evening long hours.
 
He noticed how he scratched his head
In the familiar fashion,
Rubbed his tired eyes
In the same circular motion.
He observed his usual footfall
Back through the meadow,
The way the arms swung
By the side, in unison.
 
Suddenly he thought of her
Laughing, smiling at everything he said,
Even when he was being serious.
 
He heard her laughter in
The late days breeze,
How it rippled over his senses
Like cool summer wind
Across the cornfield
And in the autumn like wind
Ruffling the grass stems.

  
​The cherry tree
 
 Binny climbed up from the valley stream
 To the terrace summit,
 The sun was cool but soothing in the  autumn breeze.
 He remembered the cherry blossom,
 The sweet fruit crushed underfoot,
 The orchard flowers sending scent.
 
 Suddenly he stopped thinking,
 Stopped remembering,
 Only heard the early morning birdsong,
 Tasted the first cherry fruit loose on the stem,
 Looked through the clear space
 That separated earth and sky
 
 And wondered why.

​ (Inspired by the 1813 name of the field on which South Lawn Terrace is built.)

It was not
It was not the absence of air
That troubled him,
It was not the fading light
Across the hilltop
Where he would walk.

It was not the sentence suspended
As thought stumbled, broke,
Scattered meaning
Into fragments in the earth
Like seeds
Waiting for the moisture
To grow.

It was not
It was not
The moment of hesitation
Or the sudden realisation
​That he had been here, standing, before.
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We'd also like to share some links to the sites of some amazing Heavitree artists.  There is so much talent here!

Amy Shelton, an artist who works with environmental themes https://youtu.be/qyCnDy-dqWs
Fiona French, photographer - facebook page.
Kath Hadden - landscape painter - her work can be found here - http://kathhadden.co.uk/
Nick and Fatou Hall of Dakar Audio Club - https://soundcloud.com/dakar-audio-club
Steve Bramble (Wonford based) exhibits regularly and teaches painting and printmaking -  http://ouselife.co.uk/template.php?user=stevebramble
Greg Mason is currently running the creative space at Hope Hall, Butts Road.  Well worth checking out their events - Hope Hall
Tatiana Melka is a ballet dance teacher and coach - http://www.steadydance.com/
Theo Chronis - painter and teacher - https://www.facebook.com/ChronisArt/?pnref=lhc

If you know of any other creatives living in the Heavitree area please do let us know​
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​​Foundling
So, born in a field of corn,
A  "foundling", he finally knew
The secret of his life made known:

Shocked at first, his mind raced
To find the figure of mother, father,
Looked into the abyss, the timelessness of 
Place and history, searching:

He walked the stream way
Where once the water ran clear,
Remembered distant voices,
Sounds of discovery:

Uncertain with unfamiliar faces
He grew, questions unanswered,
Reluctant to school,
Hid in the woods amidst the
Woodpeckers jabbering sound,
Walked free by the river,
Amidst the sun drenched corn.

A long journey traversed by just one road
Rising  south to the sun,
He looked back and the looking
Looked for him, seemed
To wrap all his moments in one.

The terrace now bricked where he once stood
He saw the meadow path leading to the church
And the giant yew 
he would scramble up,
Nestled, hidden from view.