ivor or ivor.e hogg
Heaven Belongs To Me - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
Enclosed within rose red brick walls.
A garden from a bygone age.
A view which instantly recalls.
An Elizabethan image.
Remembered from a magazine.
A glossy illustration
An Idyllic English scene.
Which comes close to perfection.
Although the house is very old
It's well maintained in good repair.
According to what we've been told
A reigning monarch once slept there.
A local legend probably
Which can't be proven either way.
It could be true quite possibly.
It doesn't matter anyway.
It really was love at first sight.
This house will suit me perfectly
I'll buy it if the price is right.
I'm hopeful that it's going to be.
I made my bid successfully.
I hope to move in right away.
I shall live here happily.
I think until my dying day.
Some dreams come true but some do not.
But Lady Luck has smiled on me
I am content with what I've got.
As I have every right to be.
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