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, ...
The Lone Flower.
From the swooping eagle to the thundering horse
a golden glow the universe embraces
a beating heart, a spiritual skeleton.
The soul takes flight.
What god given miracle is this?
Its warmth double our majestic sun.
Its pulsating the rush and ebb of the sea.