Tuesday, 26 January 2016

The House of the Blue Wren

Here, nestling in the peaceful Hills
A walk from church and playing fields
With memories on windowsills
O’er sloping plot,
Grevilleas and camellias grow
With native plants that clearly show
A happy medley below;
A sun-filled spot!

Behind, away from prying eyes,
Raised flowerbeds are a surprise
Despite the sun, the parsley tries
To hold its own;
In dappled shade we dine and chat
The subjects vary – this and that
While wrens on pumpkin seeds grow fat;
We’re not alone!

A peep inside this Hill retreat
Which dominates suburban street
Where nuances of blue compete
With sky beyond
In every nook and cranny flows
Peace, tranquillity, repose
This “flock” of blue wrens clearly knows
Love here is fond!

(c) Poet in the woods 2016

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