Dean Fraser sent us this poem about Tatton Hall, saying: “I guess we all get what speaks to us out of any experience.”
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The day is beautiful
Sun resplendent in clear blue sky
Happy smiling faces look out of car windows
As we walk past deer
Birds welcoming us with song
Observing from their trees
On a day such as this
Stillness, warm and just a little magical
Driving into Tatton seems a shame
Strolling brings new experiences
Unnoticed by the many
Scents and sounds, sensory delight
Eventually commercial encounters
Joining the throngs of the craft fair
Acquiring hand painted cards
Watercolour originals worth braving crowds
Then culture can wait no more
Into the Hall we venture
Our picnic cannot come with us
Left in safe keeping
As through history we browse
Peeking into lives and ways of living
We answer the invite of the gardens
Nature embracing us once again
A tree is climbed, well a little
Don’t tell anyone…shhh
Backpacks retrieved walking resumes
Searching for the spot
An oasis of calm in the height of summer heat
The canopy of trees protect us
Meditation and then food
A rabbit watches us
“Hello fellow lettuce munchers!”
He seems to say
And then in an instance he is gone
We linger a little longer
Talking and reading
Watching cars leaving in the distance
Against the heat haze they queue for exit
Later when they are all departed
In the early evening sun
Steps are gently retraced
Taking our leave of Tatton
For now…
Dean Fraser – The Quantum Poet
