The Eye Of the Beholder

SHADOW SHOT SUNDAY
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THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

'Get rid of that tree, Mum!'

That was my son speaking.

True the tree is past it's best,

Straggly and creaking.

Although the leaves so far above

Cast a lovely shade

It's not a thing of beauty

In some lovely  sylvan glade!

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'I love that tree against the fence'

That was Pam, my friend.

'I love the way the branches

Seem to gently curve and bend.

I love the Oriental look

Against the new bamboo.

If you should chop it down I know

That you would spoil the view!'

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This is my 'new' garden,

Not wild as it once was,

But I find I like the new look,

And, partly, that's because

I have a straggly, past-it tree

That, who knows why, appeals to me.

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POKOLBIN

Any Sunday, any time, and any sort of season

Novocastrians take a drive, and for a very good reason.

They drive to the Hunter Valley through rich and ripening vines

Forgetting that, beneath them, lie the tunnels of the mines,

And they come upon Pokolbin, where the glorious gardens spread,

With the little Brokenback Mountains rising far ahead.

Twenty-five acres of gardens each with its own design

And outdoor tables made for lazing, sipping Hunter Valley wine.

With thirty-five thousand roses, they could wander round for weeks,

Unless they were diverted by the riveting boutiques!

It's a garden, it's a playground, it's a place to ease your mind,

The Hunter Valley Gardens are joy. And what a find!

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