Comments about Hannah York
The Secret Garden
There's rambling roses slowly growing,
And a creaking mossy swing is groaning,
Birds will swoop throughout the day,
Snatching shiny fruit along the way,
Plants will grow and stretch up high,
To steal a sun ray from the sky,
There's a sparkling stream a flowing,
And still the magic keeps on growing,
The sandstone walls will never crumble,
As long as flowery blossom tumbles,
The weathered gate shall never fail,
Or shatter in an angry gail,
None shall ever mute the lark,
Nor make this secret garden stark,
It shall grow on blossoming love, ...
Looking into her glassy eyes he saw her as she had been
The first sight was fresh to his mind
Her corn silk hair flowing, a majestic mane
Her flashing eyes, emeralds on her perfect face.
The soft curve of her body hid in the glowing sunset.
Her smile though withered and aged still tattooed into his thoughts
His only sunlight through the grim outlook of the night.
Watching her crumbling body rise and fall