with boom gate entrance
secluded eucalyptus
tables and seats
sit empty in the shade
the carpark full
all the paths lead to themselves
rough pebbled short and bendy
past a struggling bottle brush
butcherbird and magpie
on the same branch of the ironbark
eyeing off the lawn for supple grubs
pied hill prawns 
This is a pleasure to read and reread, Andrew. Much enjoyed.
Wow, thanks Brad. Good to hear.