A little Garden, grateful to the Eye;
And a cool Rivulet run murm’ring by:
On whose delicious Banks a stately Row
Of shady Limes, or Sycamores, should grow.
From ‘The Choice’ by John Pomfret.
We sat under the trees at Waterperry.
A cup of builder’s tea and lemon drizzle –
with poetry between us,
All too easily we sat
under the canopy
as love got going,
knowing exactly where we’d be
under the trees at Waterperry.