For my English 300 class we had to write a poem about nature... oh boy. I wasn't really looking forward to it but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I decided to write about Kensington Gardens since it is my favorite spot in all of London. I am not a poet by any means but here it is...
October trees line the curving walkways,
The path of a mother pushing a pram
Shaded by the friendly sweeping boughs.
The wandering lane meets waters edge
And disappears beneath the corrugated surface
Only to be disturbed by the wake of a swan;
Reflected in the ripples lies a secret.
A single red limb whispers the sound of autumn.
The gentle brush of a hand could sweep away
The colors of brisk mornings and thanksgiving;
Yet leaf to leaf, branch to branch, tree to tree,
The rumor of an approaching fall spreads
Until the entire garden is aflame.
The paths puzzling the landscape lead to fountains
One of Roman times and yet another of youth.
The face of a boy plays in the burning foliage
Beckoning the harvest to capture his boyhood
And end the sweet sunshine of summer.
Tender winds rustle through fields of golden grass
And carry the invisible hum down curving walkways
Only to disappear through the Lancaster’s Gate.