Listening to the birds,
The crows in the firs;
Hearing the bubbling stream
As it winds its way down
And under Dogmarsh Bridge.
The great white house
With the churning waterwheel,
Wisteria-clad backyard,
Croquet lawn and flowered borders,
In the walled front garden.
Harry the black Labrador
Who meets and greets
Each visitor with a wag
And a look, as if to say:
“Any food for me today?”
Two friendly felines,
With tortoiseshell fur,
Curled up snail-like
On the lounge sofas,
Quietly purring.
Walks to Chagford and Fingle Bridge
Amongst grazing sheep
And leaping salmon.
This is where I like to be -
At Mill End Hotel.
