Heath Garden
Tucked away behind quiet homes and whispering trees
Once a cherished part of the local landscape, this garden now quietly resists the pull of time and neglect. It’s a space that has seen better days, but it continues to live on through the love and dedication of a few who refuse to let it fade completely. Their efforts often unseen.
An ode to the heath garden behind my house.
A tribute, so that this beautiful place
will always be tended, always remembered.
A place sometimes invisible,
even to the beloved visitor.
Its beauty quiet,
its story whispered in the wind,
waiting to be seen.
Once mapped by a traveler,
a tourist who fell in love
at first sight.
Who read love in old letters
In shared memories
In the way people came together.
This is not just a garden.
It is a feeling,
a gentle breath of peace,
a space held up by love
and the quiet wish
that it may never be lost.