A marbled sky of blue and white
A gentle breeze, God's touch on leaves
Above the rooftops swallows' flight
A peaceful view through beechwood trees.
Boitsfort extends to city's edge
With chain of lakes and cycle paths
The “Coin de Balai” a green wedge
Where walkers far outnumber cars.
The highest point in this commune,
A mere hundred metres, lies
Where three lofty lime trees bloom
With Watermael upon the rise.
Two villages now merged as one
With 19th century town hall
Once by horsemen overrun;
From hunting lodge to urban sprawl...
(c) Poet in the woods 2015