In The Shade
A precious stone set in a salvia sea
Proclaims Our England is a garden . . .
The guest from Tokyo sips her tea:
“Too flowery, pardon.
Because our ways of looking at it are
Such poles apart, the world's extremes,
Oh, how inscrutably bizarre
The colour seems!
So very different, indeed, the taste,
An almost dizzying sensation
Beside a simple rock or two, well-placed
No water, curved round tree and moss, a door
That nature’s essence enters by?
Some gardens may contain much more
Than meets the eye.”
If you have any comments on this poem, Jerome Betts would be
pleased to hear from you.