Where's the green touch in our street?
Parks and gardens have their place
But elsewhere, where is Nature's face?
Brick walls, fences, pallisades
Such barriers are so man-made
All seems barren, sanitized
Nowhere we can feast our eyes.
And yet, the landscape can intrude
And provide for jaded palettes food;
Through a meet-up window on this day
Where lawn and beech trees made display
On a balustrade in dark grey stone
A man stood talking in his phone;
With windows closed, no sound was heard
Though I watched the passing of a bird.
But my eye was caught by garden wall
Where no stone could be seen at all
Here plants and foliage grow a screen
Tasteful, delicate and green!
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
In the garden of 47, Boulevard St. Michel, 1040-Etterbeek (Brussels)
Photos courtesy of Andy Whittle - P2P
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