Ponies at the Gate

Our Poem

A time so new with love to share,
A special place, someone to care,
Gone the city stress and strife,
Now country ways and country life.
There's time to watch the tide run high
Where surf meets sand, a gentle sigh.
Towering cliffs and summer breeze,
Or stormy days with wind lashed trees.
No trains to catch, appointments late,
But time to talk by an old farm gate.
With creek and meadow, wood and sea,
The dream came true for you and me.


Verse by Mary Lascelles