It’s quiet in
Boitsfort, just bird noise
Or sometimes giggling
girls and boys
From local
school or Sunday scouts
Or thud of
horses, ridden out
From friendly
stables, near the bus;
Here on the
outskirts - rural hush!
Though cars in
low gear seek a place
At nightfall
with crestfallen face!
Bollards lined
up on kerbside
Sometimes a
friend pulls up outside
But most climb “Robin
Redbreast”* slope;
The heights of
Boitsfort are no joke!
It’s June – our
Commune’s lush and green
Two hives - so bees
come on the scene
Or panting
joggers run on past
Brave keep-fit
addicts, eyes downcast…
Dogs bark as owners
meet and greet
Some neighbours
catch up in my street;
Life’s cameos -
where less is more
Snug on my
terrace – I adore!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
* Rue du Rouge-Gorge
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