Photo-a-Day (Wednesday, 28th November, 2018)
Mopin lodge
Photo: Ron Dawber (Ricoh Caplio)
I used to pass Mowpin Lodge regularly. A lovely setting; lovely memories.
THE LAST WALTZ
Cut and pressed like proud Hussars,
Whilst the ladies fanned the verdant boughs,
All the summer still and hot,
Their bearing was immaculate.
Now they avalanche in chaos
Waltzing through the trees,
Like an upturned jigsaw tossed
By the wrecking wind.
It is their last dance, their final fling!
And in the aftermath they laze,
Ladies raked into unkempt piles,
Lords withering deep in wheelbarrows.
You can hear their plaintive rustling sighs
As they're spaded into The Gardner's sack,
" Remember when we festooned the trees,
Glossy and green as Mallards!
This is not how it should be.
We want our salad days back".
I believe the Dance took place following the People's Budget 1909/10. It's uncertain if Lloyd George or Churchill attended or who the Gardner was.
Theres a squirrel running along that branch above the house
Well spotted Mick. You have a keen eye. By the way great photo.
Poet, I don't know where you've been and I don't know where you're going with that lot.
Well spotted, Mick!
Yes, sorry Ken. Bit of a mess that one.
Don't be too critical of your poems Poet, as subsequent readings of them always conjure more e.g., Arum maculatum.
The poem is 'deep' and not just in leaves but in thought as well - the only 'mess' is the wind blown leaves!
Keep going Poet.