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A Glimpse Of The Park

A centuries-old wall
solidly in granite
surrounds
the park.

Pheasants stalk happily through coverts.
Partridges saunter in root-fields.
Salmon & trout splash dart or lurk
in river & lake.

A note tacked to the magnificent oak door
reads:
‘All letters parcels
communications
of any description
will NOT
from Dec 23rd†
BE REQUIRED.’

It's easy to picture the owner
furiously in a dogcart
driving
pursued by creditors
feverishly through the night.

***

‘Will the estate dwindle & the house
crumble?
or will the park be
(March 21st‡)
brighter than a new pin
- all embezzlers departed –
A 2ND EDEN?’

 

 

† Winter begins today.
‡ Spring begins.

Note

Except for tourists most of these parks (once richly stuffed with hundreds of game-birds & with river & lake marvellously alive with salmon & trout) have largely disintegrated, their grasping & crooked owners chased at the onset of a desperate winter rapidly out of them.

The happy return in an unimaginable spring of a renovated owner to a refurbished estate is no doubt distinctly questionable.