The Cloisters is a special place,
Medieval
and austere,
Assembled
from five monasteries
Brought
from France to here.*
Within
its walls are gardens,
All
meticulous and neat
And
to celebrate the holidays,
There
is a special treat:
Swags
of greenery and apples
On
the lintels, way up high,
Plus
so many matching wreaths
You
had to smile as you passed by.
Just
the perfect touch of festive
For
a Middle Ages site,
With
no need for glitz and glitter,
An
old-fashioned yule delight.
*Washington
Heights, in upper Manhattan
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