(This poem was written in 1987 by a guest to Elm Grove by a man called Jim who came to camp beside the river. From memory he was Canadian and he loved jazz but sadly we don’t have his surname recorded.)


deep pool

filled with crystal Essence

with wisdom past

and ages yet to be



fashioned from the gold of unseen Realms

drawing a measure of Their cool infinity

to quench the thirst of humankind for Love


Elm Grove

tended by those helpers of the Guardians

whose hearts and souls

acquit them for their gentle task

of nourishing


i thank you.

i who am not yet of an age

to draw upon the Water for myself

but who

without its peace

would surely die