Hideaway Haven. Comments

Fay, I remember cottages like this from my early childhood, roof gone, walls still proud and whole. One I recall had a greengage tree growing in the kitchen which was full of ripening fruit. A memorable write. Bob

you have capture the essensce of good old England her with great aplomp, your poetry at times appears timeless, you have a great way of opening your poems, they absorb the reader straight away, 'Skirted by billowing green A cottage stands anciently tall' just wonderful regards Vincent

Fay Fay! you have taken me to your England, a forest of bluebells in the spring, the greenest of grass, the permanence of stone, the beauty of the true English countryside, timeless! my dear!

Beautiful poem. Thanks for taking us there.

How lovely, , a really nice piece, I can see it now .10 from Tom