You believe just because I saw you under the fig tree.
You will see greater things than that.
Standing at the top of the garden you notice the sea.
Distant , peaceful calm, blue, grey and flat .

I am at Trebah Garden, gently walking, freed from toil.
Here Mediterranean plants prosper , so much to discern.
Nurtured by rich Cornish acid, humid soil.
Hydrangeas, rhubarbs, rubber plants and weeping figs, a fern.

But I was here nearly forty years ago .
With my friend the great Tony Hibbert .
Long before it was open to all the public on the go.
It was a wild neglected jungle , care’s desert.

I think I preferred it then, we were all alone.
But let others enjoy and learn, I must not moan.

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A country garden
Place to quietly meditate
But best be alone

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See John 1:47-51