FOREVER BACK TO THE FUTURE

Made with red brick

Still in great nick..

Behind Hatfield House the old palace sits

And graciously emits

Subtle splendour

With its demure

Lines

On windows, doors and walls, it defines

That it was made to last..

A master class

In ingenuity

With no ambiguity

In its aim to please

The eye with ease....

It succeeds and always will

Warming a chill

In your bones

As it hones

Your thoughts to rejoice

In your choice

To visit this glorious

And tenacious

Abode of royalty of yesteryear

As their spirits steer

You to immerse in their lasting wish

With every swish of trowel and curtain

That visitors be certain

They feel that the architecture

Does take them always and

Forever back to the future

PHILIP JEREMY WILSON

Written in The Poetry Factory room of appreciation

Based on a friend's photo of Hatfield Hall. I have taken 4 attempts but wanted a sharp but subtle view in words like the building itself gives you when seen.