From Norwich, my very sweetest memory,
Is the sight and scent of the wisteria trees.
Their enchanting display caught my eye
The very first time that I passed them by.
I passed these trees by, every single day,
As, to and from the city centre, I made my way.
A few of the blossoms had already died away,
As I visited the city towards the end of May;
A picture of the trees, on my camera, I took,
So, at least I captured how lovely they looked -
But, what I really wished I could do as well,
Was to capture, in a bottle, their intoxicating smell.
The air was heavily scented with their sweet perfume;
Their blossoms brightened up the rain-soaked gloom.
Their perfume, I drunk down, as I ambled on by,
And, having inhaled it so deeply, my soul soared high.
The Church of St Giles’ is famed for these plants,
And, the church’s character, they most definitely enhance.
In my mind’s eye, I can still see that magnificent display;
Seeing such natural beauty really brightened up my day.
Angela Wybrow's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (Enchanted by Angela Wybrow )
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
William Ernest Henley
- The Caged Bird, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
- Rainbows, Phil Soar
- A Brief History of History, Zillur Rahman Shuvro
- equal, Matthew Edan Oliver Palma
- AHMAD RAMI, MOHAMMAD SKATI
- The Underlord., Maurice Whyte
- I am Yours, Matthew Edan Oliver Palma
- unanswered, Matthew Edan Oliver Palma
- passwords, Matthew Edan Oliver Palma
- lullabies, Matthew Edan Oliver Palma