Old manor gardens- Bexhill

by | May 22, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

Within the walled garden, the manor house stands
Square leaded windows, a testament to its past
Ordered rose beds sit amidst the close cut lawn,
Awaiting bloom, they appear severe and stark
In neatly cropped borders of symmetrical design,
The rich black earth casts a shadow upon itself
At the foot of the far wall, in rank and file
Flowers grow in graduated height of colour
High upon a tree, outside of its boundaries
A blackbird praises the lengthening evening
Whilst the walled garden remains hushed,
In quiet contemplation of its memories


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