Eddie's Garden, Revisited

Round the corner from the causeway's end
two years later, I walk along the remotest road
from the Kyle's shore. Slow water rhythm lulls my ears
as I approach. I fear the sign will not be there.

'Eddie's garden' lopsided on a stone;
'Welcome' above the gate; Relief! I step in;
lupins, lilies, London Pride - creep over paths and pond;
carnations, ferns, valerian, vie with windmill and the bench,
while Ben Loyal above the old stone wall
still looms in gentle supervision.

His daughters work with nature's ways
nurture, re-seed, replant, restock
and plan a poly tunnel he'd have loved.
And in the arbour I sit with Doreen
who shows me his precious photo file.
His dog Bob still sniffs around the shed;
Eddie lives on, through his garden legacy.