Wickselm House

Wickselm          
Just out of town            
Thats where we found            
Our garden of dreams            
Then another one made three            
Years past snowdrops everlast            
Daffodils, apple trees and bees            
June's sweetness            
Roses and lots of other flowers            
And the oaks            
Burnt in late autumn            
Some say it was haunted            
Old stone walls and ivy            
Post and rail            
Winds that wail            
In winter              
horses circling in hail            
Or clipping to a trot            
Wickselm in the frost            
Island borders and tree rings            
Magnolias budding in spring            
The joy when the bluebells sing        
Another summer the swallows take wing!    
Diving out of old barns            
Amongst climbing roses              
the garden surrounded by farms            
Drifting wheat or raw ploughed ground  
Walks down to the wetlands holding your arm The old railway bridge              
Dogs running down            
Our girl skipping round            
Stars at night            
Dark winters twilight            
Setting over Wickselm            
Steadfast and bright            
In last hours sunlight            
Honey colored stone            
Georgian front            
Marble floors              
old wooden carved doors            
O Wickselm            
You will be found            
loved again            
remembered again