Rainy weekend poem - Polsden Lacey

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I wonder if you have seen the garden at Polsden Lacey in winter? It was the first proper winter garden I saw, and it inspired this which I hope you enjoy on this weekend of life-giving rain.

Polsen Lacey

Aconites and iron trees,
Snowdrops and anemones,
Nature’s lampshades – hellebores,
In modesty, accept applause.

Saxon sheep and Shiraz roses,
Armada box hedge, primrose posies,
An ancient arching avenue,*
The same as Crecy’s archers drew.

Dreaming hills that sing a song,
Of England here, and England gone,
Lost to human grand design,
To ease our lives and save us time.

Or was this reason born a lie,
In secret boardrooms in the sky?
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