Glenerin Inn
a fond place for me.
Autumn air,
English tea in the afternoon
peaceful, serene.
Transported to another world
where time stands still,
its stone walls full of history
from a bygone era.
Has anyone famous sat in this chair before me?
Who once strolled through the garden?
Did someone think: who would be here in the future?
Probably not, but isn't it an enchanting possibility?
Daydreaming about some distant day
before or beyond me
is a favourite pastime.
Glenerin is the perfect spot
for my imagination to fly free.
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I first met Glenerin Inn last autumn when having afternoon tea there with my friend Camilla. It was such a lovely and tranquil setting! Today it entered my universe again when I opened up a random page in Mississauga's Culture Days guide for a poem prompt and the first word I saw was Glenerin. At first I didn't think it could work but this turned out quite charming. :) The last poem of my record 5 poems in a day... woo-hoo!! :D
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