
THE STABLE DOOR
Red bricked arch
Red rose adorned
Frames the entrance
Bringing enchantment
To meet history
In this secluded pile
Once-stabled steeds
Whinny in wonder
From their equine tombs
And boast of
times when
Bridle bit and brace
Had cause to adorn
These ancient crumbling
Cobwebbed stalls
Long left to nature
And to fate
But now in trust
To a Nation which remembers
And celebrates
Its history
A fine poem to accompany a really good painting
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Thank you, Derrick. Much appreciated.
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