Mountain Garden

Moonlit garden
A green-stepped sonata
Playing for
Those who were here before
And those who’ll be here after

Bone-white tree
Lightening-struck sentinel
Over gauzy-blue African views
It stands guard
One feels instinctively
That leaving here is hard

Creamy-petalled Gardenias
Blush-pink Camellias
Their heady fragrance
And beauty reminiscent
Of other beauties

Captured for posterity now on the wall
In immortalising black and white
But photographs can’t tell it all…

Fair faces
Once blushed prettily
Life was a dance
A garden of love and creativity
No 21st century race
In this atmospheric place

Looking down now from the wall
At the current Chatelaine
Not easy at all
Her role of restorer
Restoration means hard work
And sometimes pain

But creativity, humour and joy
Will always build, never destroy
Thanks to innate spirit and strength
All will be as it was before
And even more….
In this manor, this special place
Revitalised state of grace