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Won't you help support DayPoems? Kew GardensBy Julian Duffus20th CenturyThis a mystery of Moon Where silver shadows cast by cactus burr The shallow fish flash steam Reflect the jungle ambience of place Out side the lawn guarded by the Queen's Beasts and heavy trod by tourists Retains a spring in the turf that is special. On through blue bell valley to heavy wood by slow majestic river Dark is the wood and heavy with a Victorian air Circumscribed by pampas grass from South America, This typically English Glade. The call of Children echoes through the trees A crunch of plastic sandwich wrapper Distorted under foot by hurried dinner departing from the Pagoda Cafe. Squirrels near by opportunistically twitch Raised on haunches heads alert for fallen crumbs Or discarded pork pies Not a natural diet, but fat squirrels live in Kew Sustained in the good life of by the droppings of the mainly Plodding through the gardens, Receiving a carefully measured dose of beauty Enough if stored carefully to see them through The dull, damp slogginess of an Albion Winter. On wing high above the rough river side field A hawk waits on the careless mouse, His dinner to peruse Still, shimmering in the still warm sky Further up the Jumbo Roars and coughs it's way to earth Heathrow & Home, The noise coming later than the plan But regularly the noise and fumes of commerce damn the sky A small bell heralds the closing of an other day Families, Children, Nurses Nannies Gather up the sheep dog like their charges And head as if of single mind Gate wards Homeward. The penny turnstiles of my youth have gone Replaced by booths, with computerized tills Ringing with a muted buzz the difference between Student, OAP, and me At last the gardens empty At least of people But yet full of life DayPoems Poem No. 1312 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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