A garden walled in rose red brick.
Which traps the sun and holds the heat
our forbears did not miss a trick.
Few modern gardens can compete.
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Someday I hope to achieve ability to write metered poem like you. Yes every man in the world should cultivate the garden......... Good Write......
Memories is really all we really have, and to make what's old, new again, can only bring the pleasure it gives, Time after time. A very well read
i complete, not compete- here in lies the spirit of the poem; to fulfil a long cherished dream as a tribute to a loved one. the poem has layers of meaning- family, values, integrity, love, respect... a lovely write Ivor. Mamta