It reminds me of an East Anglian landscape
This garden’s flat planes of grass give the illusion
Of greater distance, the eye travels down them
To the trees rising at the end.
On this scene my mind superimposes
Other ideas of summer days in hot places
In flat fields stretching on either
Side down to the sea.
My eye enjoys the shape, the flatness
The form, a symbol for so many other gardens
And summer journeys on unknown lanes
Across new landscapes, delighting in them,
In the space extending, and the trees
A gentle contradiction to the horizontal meadows.
In summer in recent years,what I remember
Is the sun across these long, flat shapes.
Looking at this small garden, I remember
So many things;my eye sees through
What is here,to far beyond
What has passed and what is to come
All are contained here.