Landscape
Cargreen, A Place to Call Home
Below is a picture of Cargreen seen through the eyes of a resident who has only recently decided to make Cargreen her real home. [Ed]
The essence of a village
A bubble in time and space
Many stories in one image
An echo of twirling grace
A queen in a silken gown
Shining through the veils
A king who doesn't need his crown
Top hat or flowing tails
A place not loud or full of boast
Cargreen's not in a race
Just the quiet whisper of a ghost
Like a finely woven lace
Nestled cosy and snug
A delicate vale of earth
Like a soft woollen rug
Knowing its own worth
Whatever the weather or time of day
Charm and elegance will never decay
Us newcomers weave into the yarn
Different faces becoming part of the darn
We tread our footsteps upon the shore
Learning the tales, and asking for more
With hearts full of wonder, I'll stay awhile,
Becoming part of the fabric, and loving the style
The skirts are not sandy beaches
No shop, or village pub
Instead there is a weekly bus,
Of a very exclusive club
The village is about the people,
Right from the very start
There's treasure in this village
And there's magic at its heart
The winds will blow around our chimneys, and rattle all the boats
Whether warm in our houses, or out somewhere in our coats
The place we live within a map, shows it's very historicAlthough the stories from the people's mouths, are nothing if not heroic .
© Elouisea Jayne Stone, March 2026, All rights reserved
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