To Philip and His Gardens
Philip’s garden was the world--
buried mazes, ancient paths
gardens lost and long forgotten
in passing trends and wars.
His hands found the patterns,
the makers’ meanings. With
walls rebuilt and plants restored
the gardens came into their own.
Philip did what others only dream--
to find the old and make it new again,
bringing beauty into fullness by
restoring, renewing, rewarding.
Generations forward may not know
that Philip Swindells lived and died,
but they will know the living glory
created by his loving hands.
Susanna Holstein 4.04.2007
In memory of my cousin, Philip Swindells, who died March 29, 2007
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