Gracing The Garden Poem by Ernestine Northover
Gracing The Garden
Stone sundial, an age old keeper of time,
You stand forlorn.
Motionless, soundless, waiting for rime,
Lichened and worn.
Rain and snow beat down with force,
You remain aloof.
Never altering your stance, or course,
You are weatherproof.
So elegant, composed, calm and serene,
A restful form.
In sandy colours, camouflaged in green,
You endure the storm.
Gracing the garden, you're a joy to view,
An ancient clock,
Ticking silently away, the whole day through,
Carved style, baroque.
In your own stately way, you make me smile,
You rank supreme.
Your excellent etched face, a fine carved dial,
For each sunbeam.
© Ernestine Northover
Dear Ernestine, I truly enjoyed this poem it reminds me of an unusual sundial I saw at the Jesuit Retreat Center in Wernersville, Pennsylvania. There were some truly beautiful gardens there. Lovely write! Blessings, Debora
Ernestine, I think what we see in the familiar is a reflection of our inner qualities, and this speaks volumes about yours. Wonderful poetry and sentiments! jim
ERNESTINE>>>YOU'RE BACK! ! ! YIPPEE! ! I love the way you can take almost any subject and personalise it, give it your touch A wonderful piece for the garden or home, speaking of which I hope that your move goes gently, not too much stress.a cup of tea and a biccy in between Love duncan X
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A great write Ernestine, a very emotive piece of work. Andrew xxx