In these woods to far
From human habitation
Still we find the marks
Of ancient occupation.
Giant boxwood orbs
Left to follow natures lure
Growing free of manicure
Bushy and unruly.
Regiments of daffodils
Resisting delineation
Continue to demark some
Long buried foundation.
Of the, long dead, builders
All that still remains
Of their lifelong labors are
These patient floral stains.
