Hall Place gardens
Here where I walk
remembering
knowing that words
are not love
but that words may sustain
the memory of love
or the presence of love
as the custodians
of our thoughts
and of our feelings
and so here in these gardens
with you I walk remembering
and at the same time
I lay down fresh memories :
here are the marigolds
of my childhood
and the weeping willows
the oaks and the sycamores
the ducks and the geese
and the swans
all descendants
of those days and the lawns
where I once picnicked
under the shade of an elm
John Lyons