|Old Manor Gardens|
Within the walled garden; Manor Barn 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.