Les Granges de Beauvoir

 

The Grange in June is all delight,

The roses bloom with all their might!

The grass is warm – the sun so bright;

Butterflies dancing in the light.

 

The Grange in winter, all is gloom.

The rain on gravel falls too soon.

Lone robin perches on the broom;

Only the jasmine dares to bloom.

 

How bright the sun – the Grange in spring!

The trees in bud – the birds all sing;

The bumble bee will air his wing,

Mimosa’s now the garden’s king.

 

The Grange in autumn, leaves will fall,

Bury the ground in an amber pall.

Lights on early, owls will call;

Bonfire smoke by the garden wall.

 

Year by year a house lives on

Accumulating all that’s gone.

In future days one here may con

Our sorrows lost; our small joys won.

Les Granges de Beauvoir, Guernsey.