A busy day ended, the harmonious strains of birds twittering
Fills the air of the expanse of woods surrounding
The Château des Sept Tours proudly stands amid the grounds
Seven turrets proudly adorn the fifteenth century edifice
Thick green ivy creeping and clinging to the stone walls
Covering over the shuttered windows, darkening inner halls
Well-kept lush green lawns encircle the aging building
Tall oak trees already sport their growing summer fruits
Pines and fir trees stretch out their boughs towards the clear blue sky
Golfing rounds are drawing to an end of a long day
Helpful carts placed in their overnight parking bays
A gentle breeze hardly makes a ripple on the nearby pool
No one taking advantage of a swim and keeping cool
Large orange umbrellas give shade for poolside cafe's chairs and tables
From where the writer sits to write this real lifetime fable
Written in the grounds of the Chateau des Sept Tours, Loire Valley, France - 24th June 2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem