At the end of Bosweel Street

[nouveaugirl08]

At the end of Boswell Street,

The grass is green and the air smells sweet,

The children laugh during daily play,

And the animals sing with no words to say.

Their voices float to my retreat,

Through the window to my desk seat,

Accompanied by the occasional breeze,

With intentions to put my warm climate at ease.

For toward my lofty dwelling rises all of

Comments

[nouveaugirl08]

Okay, the ending was weak - I fixed it =)

:)

[cleverfiend]

Boswell Street sounds lovely!

[nouveaugirl08]

=) Well, words have a great way of making things sound pleasing...lol, but really, it ain't so bad. If you ever come to visit I can show you some of the nice little walking trails in the neighborhood - they are quite lovely.