We couldn’t see the house from the road.
Four decades have passed,
And fairy tale hedgerows ,
Tangled and unyielding,
Block the view.
The lodge gate,
Reveals the tantalising winding park drive:
Is that a hint of chimney,
Yellowed lincolnstone
A balustrade,
A glimpse of willow by the pond?
Yet, blink your eye and images disappear
Blown on by the mind’s breeze.
Perhaps ’tis better thus –
To reminisce has charm, but pain
Will surely come. Better leave the past
And let strong memories sustain
Lincolnshire 2011
Jo Hansen 