A Scotney dream, to walk and see.
The trees and stone brings peace to busy minds that walk amongst the times. The folly and the lakes do cool the heat of lifes hasty step.
Can you look and see thyself in historys game.
Stop my friends for being is what we are.
The castle sits upon the hill. Proud is the stone that stands the tests of time.
A garden curves, it leads the way to follys dreams.
The house of dreams sits and waits for times sweet goodbye
The towers view, calls the rages of war.
A peek through glassless window, the games of life played out.
A sculptured garden, peace decents upon the troubled mind.
The waters glass, the doorway to the other place
To see the mirror and reflect
A quiet scene, where time plays out its merry game.
In death the tree still see the land, it looks into the depts.
Nature stands, mankind falls.
Its slow retreat, the sand returns.
A walk around the moat, it stares back through ages wisdom
A sky, a place. The mind roams free.
reflect upon the mirror and see the gate.
To walk amongst the times, and feel historys gaze.