An old straw hat, abandoned, lay upon a chair, <br />A hoe was leaning lazily, up against a fence. <br />The bees were humming busily on the evening air, <br />In this delightful garden filled with subtle wafting scents. <br /> <br />Somewhere a thrush sang out with volume high, <br />A pigeon cooed its soft and soothing tune. <br />Strutting curiously, was an arrogant, shrewd magpie, <br />All to be savoured, on this balmy summer's noon. <br /> <br />The sun shone bright on lawn and mottled stone, <br />On flowers painted in all their vibrant hues. <br />And here and there the hollyhocks had grown <br />Up towards a sky, rich in a medley of blues. <br /> <br />What peace reigned here, within this sunlit bower, <br />A tranquil calmness, we all so long to find. <br />To sit, relax and sleep for just one hour, <br />Letting body and soul, progressively unwind. <br /> <br />The Church clock ticked the afternoon away, <br />Its chimes rang sweetly, such a lovely sound. <br />Hoops in the grass, set out, croquet to play, <br />On a flat and neatly mowed expanse of ground <br /> <br />Then in through a gate a lady strolled with ease, <br />Picking up the hat, she then sat down to rest. <br />Closing her eyes, she felt the reviving breeze, <br />A sense too, of knowing that she was truly blest.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truly-blest/
