“This way, ” he said “and let’s explore, ” <br />I followed him towards the door. <br />Chimneys I noticed, rising tall, <br />and windows all around the Hall. <br />Impressed I walked along the drive, <br />the house imposing, bricks deep red. <br />The garden shrubs and flowers thrived, <br />wisteria hung above our heads. <br /> <br />“Spectacular views around the Lake”. <br />“Let’s see, ” I said, still in his wake. <br />“The Library was a splendid sight, <br />so many books, to such a height”. <br />“But such a ceiling, so ornate, <br />With rich designs above our heads”. <br />“The bedrooms like a room of State”, <br />“But, oh, such drapes around the beds”. <br /> <br />Skirting the Lake, meandering, <br />recalling scenes, such pampering. <br />The setting sun set Hall aglow, <br />the many glinting windows show. <br />“Your hair, like Autumn, ” you told me, <br />“like glowing embers, bricks deep red”. <br />Then as I paused and turned to see <br />you kissed, entwined in lovers’ thread.<br /><br />Wendy Webb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-colours-at-blickling-hall/
