My Old Neighborhood
Memories of the old neighborhood,
Often make me sad and lost in thoughts,
Hours pass like minutes or seconds,
Awakening moment! really rude!
Morning walks there in May were so good,
Jogging youngsters in T's and shorts,
Hiking couples with pets in weekends,
Morning roamers of Avon Road.
White blossoms on branches of dog-wood,
Spring flowers on grounds and in pots,
Chirping birds and sounds of roaring trains,
Squirrels squeaking in sporting mood.
I loved the corner where children stood,
Discussing and fixing their spots,
Waiting for school-bus with their parents,
My favorite place of that neighborhood.
Memories of the old neighborhood,
Often make me sad and lost in thoughts,
Hours pass like minutes or seconds,
Awakening moment! really rude!
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