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“Anne Hathaway's Garden by Stewart Stafford

In Stratford, lies a garden's tended hair,
Two lovebirds, Avon swans, nested there.
Anne kept counsel as Shakespeare's bride,
United home and clan over distance wide.

Pestilence, flood and war roared with fright,
This English idyll thrived in the pastoral light,
Rose, rosemary pruned with nurturing care,
Floral Tudor fireworks, exploding fragrant air.

The Bard, swansong past, returned to her,
Wooed Anne with words, the heartbeat spur,
To walk and reminisce among the green,
Sparked a fire that life apart rendered lean.

Anne Hathaway's garden outlived them all,
Paralleled words, evergreen, as in virgin scrawl.

© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford