Letheringham

                                                      Brenda Bryant

RUBY TUESDAY

http://workofthepoet.blogspot.com/2010/01/ruby-tuesday.html

LETHERINGHAM

These roses faded long ago

Along this country lane

And I know I'll never pass that way

And see that scene again.

But the little lanes of Letheringham

Still linger in my mind,

And the cottages grow dearer still

With each passing year, I find.

We stayed a while in Letheringham

Maybe ten years ago.

The cottages were very old;

 The pace of life was slow.

Life wasn't too convenient;

The 'mod cons' weren't the best;

It was dreary when the rain came down,

And we weren't too impressed.

But, as years have passed, my memories

Have blotted out the rain

And focussed on the timelessness

Of that little English lane.

Old age is a sentimental time.

As many a rhyme discloses

And I often think of Letheringham

And rioting red roses.

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Another red rose here:

http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/06/red-rose.html