The Mulberry Tree

Red, purple, and black berries

Have fallen from the Jamesian mulberry tree.

A mosaic of ripe ink splatters the green.

Late summer harvest is generous and free.


There is no ancient spinning, but just the stories

We make and take under the arching leaves

The garden is a garland, a rainbow of flowers

Framing the grime-stone walls.


The days danced with a ballet

Of bee-ridden fushia blossom

Wide-eyed the sun-flowers watched

While dahlias, roses, sweet peas and petunias nod


In a time this was the place we snared,

Relished, and then moved on, a singular brevity.      


By Peter Gebhardt, our guest in August 2005

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    Mulberry Cottage,
    8 Castle Park,
    LA1 1YQ

    01524 64755
    4 Star Self Catering