Spring at Boswell Farm
I wanted to share this beautiful poem from The National Poetry Anthology 2010..
It was written by a guest (published poet) who has stayed here many times.
Dreamily we wandered
Beside the river bed,
Amongst wild garlic, violet blue –
Tall campions darkly red.
Always I’ll remember
Those soft spring days soon gone.
Sweet dappled dawns, still starlit nights –
The watermelon moon.
Oh, how I would return there
To that cottage near the sea.
The greening fields, those bosky woods –
A haunting memory.
Hazel Reeves, Southsea, Hampshire