( I took a walk in the Kipling Gardens in Rottingdean. Beautiful place, you should visit them.)
Walled with walls made up of egg-shaped pieces of flint,
vines creeping up the sides, spider webs glinting and shining in the light,
Following a path not unlike the Yellow brick road.
In the rose garden, the roses in the beds, surrounded by weeds and shrubs,
Like an army on parade.
The sun catching the colors of yellow and white, and pink.
The red brick path leads me to a paved path through what seems like the jungles of
India, where Kipling set the Jungle Book.
Under arches, twisted leaves, and grape like berries hang down.
The birds chirping replaced the sound of monkeys,
and trumpeting elephants.
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