Miss Garden heads North

On a quiet Sunday in June, we took the road North.
Led only by curiosity and serendipity,
a happen-chance finding in a faded Green book of history.

Miss Garden, your story is beautiful:
unglimpsed by today,
your memories are nowhere.

Crows now roost in the roofless ruin of your Strichen hame.
The grand Doric-pillared entrance portico
has been replaced by a
lean-too, corrugated iron ‘palace’ to shelter the fairmer’s coos.

Miss Garden, you will be glad to hear:
that your ancient Horse Chestnut tree still grows,
but weary with age,
it now rests its limbs on the ground.

This tree is a migrant through time.
If only it could tell the beautiful stories of Strichen.

It was a quiet Sunday in June,
we had followed the road North.
That day, we were part of the story.

A poem by Peter Scott-Gordon

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Music credit: Who Knows Where The Time Goes – Sandy Denny

This film is for Mary Garden.