HENHAM
by Helen Watt
I saw you first upon a summer day
When all the hedgerows foamed with parsley lace.
And the soft air was sweet with scent of hay.
Then I felt captive to your lovely face.
Each turn revealed fresh beauty to my sight:
The comely thatch, still pond, the peaceful green,
The ancient church and cottage gardens bright
With blooms would make a bouquet for a queen.
Since that first day I have come to know you well
In every passing season o the year,
And when I leave I find it hard to tell
Which aspect of your face I hold most dear.
Receive this tribute from a passing guest
Your happy heirs of such a nigh bequest.
