From my terrace window vistas new
I enjoy tranquillity and peace
Happiness on a long lease.
But not today, folks, not today!
The Commune's gardeners come our way
And trim with angry buzzing roar
And petrol-engine, weeds that crawl
Unchecked, luxuriant and wild
Rampant nature – Horta's child!
The road is long and climbs uphill
The workman's hands are never still.
The neighbours all come out to stare
The smell of cut grass in the air
The team of sweepers clean the street
Wow! It has never looked so neat!
(c) Poet in the woods 2015
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