The house that I called home, sat hidden behind privet
A thick walled encasement with square windows that filtered light
Casting generous colours on a summer's eve
When the air was fused with woody hue
The vale beyond with untidy hedgerows was my walk
Evening's contentment after a day full of bustle
Shoes caked in mud after scrambling through brambles
Kicked off in the back porch and left to dry
Shiny black berries that would find themselves in jars
Elderberries squelched into sweet bottles to drink
A chequered cloth thrown on the greenest lawn
Fancy cakes for tea and a scone with cream
The door is closed now as my life moved on
Yet those bricks are my being and my material form
The well-tended hearth searches soulfully into my thread
My life began there, and my last day will be full of thoughts