A Summerhouse

 

My mother had a posh lady friend

I cannot recall how they met

or what they had in common

as they were of a completely different cless

Mrs Roper lived in a large detached house

about a mile out of town

along a leafy lane lined with huge oak trees

We always walked to the house from the station

It was a special treat on a sunny day

Mrs Roper served tea on the lawn

It was there where I saw my first summerhouse

At a glance I thought it was a garden shed with windows

but on closer inspection I saw wickerwork furniture inside

with blue cushions and a small central table

It was a miniature house with a gabled roof

and a short terrace with steps down to the lawn

I was entranced by this model house

I had never seen the likes of before

I walked over to this little house between sips of tea 

and mouthfulls of sandwich

I decided I wanted one as a place of refuge

a den with our home in view

where I could entertain my friends

These thoughts fused in my mind and I asked 

my mother to buy me a whistling kettle and teapot