Ancient Too Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Through
The bushes
And
Hastings Gardens
What happens every night!

What tales the firs they
Know
They saw
What tales the oaks
Enclose!
What tales the garden paths
Even
As we were of old!

And
Then how many fled at Dawn
With first signs of
New day
As the seas lighted
Smile
From house to house and town to town
Its spread
All simultaneous

Times fly as motion flies!

The ancient remains and the present
Ancient too!