30th July 2022

Dedicated to Professor Birtle and her brilliant team driving our own vital NHS and to all my children who I love.

Mysteries within the Old Walled Garden of Quernmore Park Hall Estate

Listen to the sound of The Lady of Eden

The Lady Of Eden

You’re in the Secret Garden of fairest Eve

Her magic spell coercing you to believe

Charmed by a New World, her fragile web to weave

A World lost in the Sea of Infinity

The Cosmos beyond our reason to conceive

Folk tales, monks’ toil, war, their lasting mark to leave

Bright eyed boy soldiers, joined up, mothers defied

Trailing apron strings, in their millions, died

Uncared for, on foreign field or distant shore

They will hear sounds and see sights of home no more

No more to revel in their cherished country

Harvests of ripe fruitfulness in Eve’s Fine Fairs

Bursting with home grown foods, grapes, plums apples, pears

A perfumed brew of rose and magnolia

Red, white, blue hydrangea, white wisteria

Floral delight, walks to pleasurise the sight

For one sublime tick of time discard your cares

You can’t bring back loved ones, lost over the years

They are already locked in your memory

They wait to re-live through you, life’s dream journey

Caress precious peace, solicit stress release

Lift the veil, rest your mind, your true self to find

A strange sound? Echoes of bygone times abound

The North Wind howls surging from earth’s deepest bowels

You might glimpse the villagers before night falls

Stacking horse and cart, hearing their vibrant calls

Wending their way as dusk settles on the day

Now feel that rich calm of this enchanted space

Hear the serene siren’s song, catch her frail face

Images locked in, one sad plaintive voice calls

Freed fleetingly from within these ancient walls

Most will never savour gentle Eve’s essence

A chosen few only will sense her presence

Or feel her rare embrace in this special place

Soon we’ll all brave death’s odyssey, that long sleep

But first to journey where your heart has to be

Will you then be the one we see and hear weep?

Enamoured with sweet Eve for eternity

Is this ever your destiny, never free?

If this comes to pass, then you’ll surely meet me

 

WRITTEN BY JOHN LASTE REDEMPTION

ASSISTED BY THE YOUNG PROFESSOR

Visit ‘Eve’s magic wishing well in a quiet place in this secret Walled Garden

If you believe in Eve she will grant your wish