Johnstown Castle
The ducks are swimming strongly
Across the upper lake
They’re busy little fellows
They’ve hardly time to take.
The swans watch over young ones
They look so fierce at strangers
They glide across the lower lake
The castle in the background.
The peacocks strut their stuff
Extend their plumes in wide abandon
Proud as punch but not too proud
To eat the crumbs from tourist lunch.
This time of year is heaven
The woodlands change their color
And spread their magic leaves
On gravel paths to charm us.
The magic scene created
By the low sun over trees
With the garden lake behind
We sit on our wooden chairs
Soaking up late autumn sun
Reflected in the mirrored waters
Of the lake that sends the soul
Into rapture and contentment.
For the memory of this moment
Will last the days and span the years
And remain a pleasure that the heart
Will treasure in our nursing home.
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