Tarquin House

Tarquin House
Stands alone
at the
Back of a
Long
Oxbow Drive

The Turrets Tower
above me
Like a
Medieval Battlement
when i
Arrive

And Ravens and Songbirds
Sit aloft this tower
Admiring the
View of this
Spa town

And i am greeted with tea

" Good morning Ms Hills
Good Morning Pete,

Fine morning for it aint it
Tis a beauty pete now drink your tea"

And so to work..

 I go to grab my tools around by the shed at the side of the house

and witness

Ivy Snake

Up From the Driveway
&
Hedgerows

which seem
To almost suffocate the house into

Submisson

And seem to want
to
Drag it Down

To the Earthly Deeps

But the house takes
Care of its self
And
is not my

Domain

The Garden is where i work
If you would call it such a thing

Its more of a mantra of action
A
Morning Meditatcion
As
i sculpte and form
Hedges and Shrub
Making
Jagged
Lines Smooth
and opening up new views of the
Flora

Like the Brush Strokes
of the Artist
revealing lines and colour and
Form
on
a Canvass
Stretch

There's alot to be said
For
Manual Work

And as i rake
the

Red
&
Brown&

Fading
Green

Flakes
of Autumn

And blow them
Into a fairy like fertility dance
And the classic overture in my brain
Does Start

The Bell
Rings

And im Hungry and Thirsty

My Hands
Are Dirty
Covered
And
Worn

Showing wear

But im
Satisfied

And looking forward to my Beer and smoke
After Work :)


Four hours of
Focus and awesome music
And
Nature
What else is there?