The artist sat in the corner,
Painting a new creation,
Around her hung her work.
As soon as I entered her space
I was stopped,
Stopped by a painting,
The detail was so glorious.
I looked at this picture,
Looked in complete admiration.
I walked slowly round the room
Stopping in front of each artwork,
Admiring the skill,
Admiring the wonders in each image.
Then I saw it,
The picture that captured the essence,
The essence of the place where I was.
Walking round the gardens
I saw them,
Saw these trees
That seemed out of place.
I at first wondered,
Wondered why they were there,
Were they there in error?
On entering the Manor
All became clear,
As I walked round I saw,
Saw the beauty of those trees
Framed in the windows,
A combined artwork
Of nature and architecture,
Which said so much to me,
And touched my soul.
There in the gallery I saw it,
Saw the picture,
The picture that captured the essence,
The essence of the place where I was.
An archway was shown
Framing a tree behind it,
The artist had captured the wonder,
The wonder that had touched me,
Touched my soul,
As I walked around Croome.