would be dismayed if their ghosts roam
over the pebbles of the Friary Gardens
to view litter and cigarette butts
but I prefer to admire the flowers:
a rainbow of colours, they gently sway
in the sunshine on this September day.
It's an oasis away from city streets,
hedges immaculate on the maze
as the Marquess of Bute looks on.
The bells of the City Hall ring
as I wander over to the hidden canal,
magpies perch on trees, I wish to remain
but must venture into the world again.