Posts and Rails!
Posts and Rails!
As I woke up yawning – on a damp grey morning – I waited for confirmation of our plan,
With the voice on the phone – and the weather forecast shown – the answer yes – we can!
Mrs Glen was due to call – to transport one and all – with the kindness of a smile,
And so – she did arrive – keeping the hope alive – setting off and travelling in style!
Today they closed the road – so we calmly chose another – finding a route from the past,
We took a turn onto a country road – taking a trip down memory lane truly built to last!
Remembering childhood adventures going back over forty years – riding on my bike,
Weaving twists and turning – through autumn hedgerows – as enveloping as you like!
Completing our sight-seeing – we find the forgotten junction – returning to the trail,
Taking a left and up over the rising – once again with the wind in our sail!
There’s news on our fence rails – traversing the countryside – due to arrive any time,
Perfect precision becomes our delivery – three packs of ten wrapped up in their prime!
Removed from the roadside and dragged down the incline – to the entrance door below,
Through the blanket of leaves – in orange – browns and yellows – to be collected as we go!
Wrestling with the puzzle of the age worn door – holding on tight to its frame,
With the old swollen wood – doing all that it could – finally giving up on the game!
On through the utility we join up with the entrance path – down past the sheds to the seats,
We agree its high time to start with second breakfast – tucking into our travelling feasts!
On completion I sit and blow my smoke rings – watching them slowly dissolve into the air,
A Blue Tit – lands atop the naked Almond Tree – resting all alone and without a care!
I take an opportune moment capturing images – of where the Samhain gate still stands,
To be used in retrospect for the Grove Diary – rubbing together the chill of my hands!
With task completed we gather the tools needed – and our Yonderland mission calls us on,
To where measurements and markers lie in wait – defining fence lines where plans have shone!
One by one the fence posts are aligned – positioned with a view from the umpire’s chair,
Each post confirmed and knocked in by hand – each forming a line standing then and there!
Working outward from the entrance way – the top rail is fitted and runs down the row,
Tucked into the Hawthorn hedgerow around the Grove – where the Brambles are quick to grow!
Rounding up the collective – remaining fence posts – the same is produced going the other way,
Completing the fence line with the top rail fitted – leaving the entrance come what may!
Pheasants call from the lower field – strutting their stuff as they tour the long grass,
Crows and Pigeons Wood and Wild – choose their random flight paths and overhead they pass!
Admiring the Gatekeeper’s handiwork – as I capture my images – a collective sense of pride,
Phase one completed with its longest length – agreeing the height of the bar along the side!
Counting the fence-posts needed to complete phase two – shaping the form of our thirds,
Housing the Labyrinth – the Car Park and the central Avenue – serenaded by the birds!
The Tools and the Post Twatter join us – retiring from our efforts – as we take a late lunch,
The Roundhouse plans are re-visited – in a flurry of words – one and all happy as we munch!
Robin skulks the shadows in the west – casting a silhouette – as it strains to get a better view,
A faint shower of precipitation rides on the wind – doing the slow and intricate do!
Holding off a downpour – the clouds trading places – with cracks of white autumn light,
With our visit coming to an end with all on schedule – with renewed enthusiasm burning bright!
With the gathering grey skies – there’s a returning of the shower as we take our leave,
Greeted by Mrs Glen – taking us there and back again – the road now open can you believe!
