
We are now at the far end
of the garden, by the river,
as it loops around to leave us
and heads off down to the falls.

I clear and clean
between the fig trees
whilst T tackles
the hill.

When he reaches
the top, a surprise
is waiting, an old iron
axe head is found beneath
a stone, in a hole
in the bigger of the two
large sentinel stones,
at the top of the hill.
So we wonder,
who it was that hid this here,
when and why?
The hole is deep and full
of water.

and the view from here
is refreshing.