I know a secret place where time stands still,
It lies beyond a five-barred gate, enclosed
By hawthorn hedges heaped up high with drifting snow
In maytime when the barn owl glides, pale ghost,
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A secret garden! As a child, it was always my wish to find a hidden doorway in a stone wall hidden by brambles and hedges etc.This enchanting poem reminded me of a place that my family would holiday at every year in Dorset. My sister and I found a beautiful place hidden behind a big stone wall, it was just like this.
It is so great to know such magical places exist in nature. I loved this poem - and I am sure all nature-lovers will too. Philippa
This is a quiet poem to read when civilization gets the best of you...better than a martini! Thanks for this, Peter. Raynette