Deep in summer wood
Where beauty grows
This garden,
Home of the bramble rose

This high wall
Bordered in pink
The bramble rose,
High above us all

Soft ferns of jade
This green,
Does not fade
Hidden delights to be seen

Delicate blooms with petals of pink
Nestle with flowers of deep yellow
Such color makes you blink
Fills you with wonder so

Moss covered stone,
Gentle trickle of stream
I am alone
In the garden of my dream

Blue butterflies abound
Hear the bird song,
all around
Soft hum of bees,
through the trees

The bramble rose
encircles the dell
How wonderful it grows,
by the old well

The soft scent
from the bramble rose
Its pastel pink flower,
enriches me so,
as I sit beneath this shady bower

This garden seat
beneath bramble rose
Away from the heat,
leave behind your woes

Sit back and enjoy,
hum of bees through the trees,
Colours to make you blink
from flowers yellow and pink
Deep in summer wood

This garden,
deep in summer wood,
where beauty grows
Home of the bramble rose

Poem ©2006 -- MATTHEW BRACKLEY

Photo ©2006 -- DAVID CULVER

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