Manoir des Quatres Saisons

White roses poised to peruse the cedar tree of old
Ferns curtsy to the clinging ivy as they pass the lattice windows
Garden of fresh vegetables grown to suit the palette
A dome with a concrete pillar
With footsteps heading up under the stone arches
Streams run free with a tale to tell
A stork cowers his head to shy away from the weeping willow
Brass statue of an owl ready to take flight
With a sundial positioned in a stony pillar
The bridal suite arranged for newly weds
The purified bamboo waters of youth
Flourishing into a pond
Visitors reside for an appetite of cuisine
Flavours so sublime
Brass is the baby with a Cromwell hat
Standing proud on a drum
With a sword at his side
An army of yews stand attention before you enter the great hall
Raymond Blanc is a man of many tastes
True at heart, he has this magnetic charisma and charm
A requisite of a French chef
His is so proud with genuineness and sincerity, honour and integrity
Floodlights exhibiting the grounds in all their splendour and grace
The mantle piece, a painting hung to compliment the fire, to keep you cosy and warm
A dome with menagerie of glass flowers
Corals encased with a dolphin inside
She sits proudly on the seaweed
Cromwell on a portrait so gallant and strong
Delicious ice cream exquisite to the taste
His house of excellence is to manor born.