John Twisleton’s poems

  Wakehurst Place I head from Haywards Heath  by car to Wakehurst Place for a good stretch of body, mind and spirit. Sometimes in company,  sometimes alone, I tread around this garden on an hour-long circuit. A Tudor House presides over this great park  fronted by a pond with ducks and geese. Through wooded slopes, with plants from round the world, streams bear down  to Westwood lake. Wakehurst puts demands upon its visitors  to stretch their legs on steep inclines,  stretch their minds on extraordinary plants and stretch their spirits  on Nature’s grandeur. John Twisleton   31 July 2022