Nestled in the hills, with panoramic view
Of hills and valleys and skies of blue
I sit on the porch in the morning hours
And listen to the birds and enjoy the flowers.
Sometimes the wind is all that I hear
It is quiet and calm beyond compare
A meditative energy fills the air
And fond memories emerge
That I hold so dear
At first there was the patter of tiny feet
Happy laughter and voices of children so sweet
Then there was swimming in the pool with our friends
And barbecues and music and dance on weekends
But the Ivy covered entrance with its secret garden
With fish in the fountain and brightly coloured Croton
Is where I linger to replenish me
And escape from the chaos and noise to be free.
The expansive lawns give a feeling of space
To wander and delight in the flora of the place
There is bright beaugainvillia, many colours to see
And Alamandas and coffee Rose and a blossoming tree
The Poinciana tree with its flagrant red
Forms a canopy so beautiful I’ve often said
T’is the best, but then there’s the Poui laden with flowers
So delicate and exotic, I could stare for hours
A variety of palms, some standing tall, some like a fan
Make their presence felt, they were part of the plan
It’s a place to turn inwards and nurture the soul
And ask if you are playing a fulfilling role.
By: Winsome Miller-Rowe
Copyright © Winsome Miller-Rowe | Year Posted 2018
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