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The house was old it's thatched roof askew
And pigeons did rule the loft.
Two hundred years since it was new,
Wattled and daubed next to Blackwell's croft.



Its garden still bequeaths its brightest flowers
To ador Saint Michaels church.
The alter wreathed with it's scented bowers
The pews bedecked with Silver Birch.



The ancient well gives of its water clear
To fill the Saxon bowl.

And with tilted head a child held dear
Is wetted to save its soul.



It's apple Its trees still bear

Russet fruit
In the season of the year.
The small round pond where swims the newt
And frogs in courtship you hear.



At night when owls do glide on silent wing,
Black bats do sally forth.
A child's old swing swayed gently by the wind,
Cooled by snows to the north.



The old house stood in proud defiant stance,
Its windows no longer lit
By smoking lamp and fire lights merry dance
Where once the young did sit.



Its future for years once held in ambiguous doubt
As the curious came to view.
Until a young bride, excited did in silent shout
Did foresee its future anew.



The house now restored to its former proud glory
Its windows curtained bright.
Podmoors Thatch oft seen in pictured book story,
And firelight holds back the night.



Two hives in the garden are full of sweet honey,
The bees having played their part
For the bride who restored the house not with money,
But with the love she held in her heart



Robert Harrison

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