The old garden
It reminds me of an East Anglian landscape.
This garden’s flat planes of grass give the illusion
Of greater distance,the eye travels down them
To the trees rising at the end.
On this scene my mind superimposes
Other ideas of summer days in hot places
In flat fields stretching on either
Side down to the sea.
My eye enjoys the shape,the flatness
The form,a symbol for so many other gardens
And summer journeys on unknown lanes
Across new landscapes ,delighting in them,
In the space extending,and the trees
A gentle contradiction to the horizontal meadows.
In summer in recent years,what I remember
Is the sun across these long,flat shapes.
Looking at this small garden,I remember
So many things,my eye sees through
What is here,to far beyond
What has passed and what is to come
All contained here.
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Nice walk to take
That is such a nice walk to take,
how you describe it
so lovely!!
\\John
The garden
Thank you,John
Kate
Secret Gardens
Dear Kate,
When I was 10 years old, the boy next door (my age), and I, used to mow yards for one dollar. We lived on a military base in Salina, Kansas. In those days there were no fences, children and dogs could run everywhere. I loved mowing yards, always have. I also love pulling weeds and growing flowers.
As an apartment dweller, my green thumb has turned rather blue.
During my 17 year marriage, I did all of the yard work. I loved it. I even love watering the grass.
Gardens are so special. I loved this poem. It took me to so many beautiful gardens I have walked through.
Today, I also try to watercolor gardens. I used to ask to go to gardens and museums for my birthday. My Mom and I shared this love.
You always manage to bring a smile to my heart.
Love,
Kathy :o)
Dallas, Texas