Belmont House And Gardens - Poem by James Tipp
Belmont House & Gardens
We have discovered a door through time
We have entered the past and found real beauty.
A tiny orchard of Kent Cobb's, a kitchen garden
With food to feed the big house, splayed fruit trees
Apple, pear, and peach, plums, all ripening together
Greenhouses of tomatoes, peppers, giant onions.
All this laid out in pristine order regimental almost
Refreshments offered in a real self service style
Pay is by trust box, so we sit in the stable tea room
Drink coffee we have made, munch tasty biscuits
This is a perfect Sunday morning, peaceful, comfortable.
The feel of this place is one of enchantment, another time.
So another gem on our doorstep in Kent explored.
(c) James Tipp 16/08/15
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