We walked alone in mist and shine
Witnessing an art form never again in our life time.
From twigs of willow the arches grew,
Reflecting art form in style of new.
In awe of our Queen's jubilee
Roses in abundance and crowns of yew tree.
Meadow flowers flourished in all their glory,
Now they've gone maybe the end of this story.
Thank you those that brought a smile,
for a brief encounter, if only for a while.

Mary Francis