Fountain of youth 

Contained in greying form

Of idle contemplation

Watching the work of others

As hands and fingers

In league with mind and heart

Create visions of tomorrow,

Memories of the past.

Sit in sunlight 

Knowing what is to be done

Letting such things go

Almost at a run.

Drift along with merry laughter

Ideas of gardens, running water pure

Strong fair hands to tend them

The gardener one to be adored,

The enjoyment of such places




Places of delight

Where love comes in more ways than one could dream

The pencils move across the paper

Such temples built, quick to come to life

The idle hands make light work

Of the delights reaching out

Arms embracing such a pastoral life.