How best to express the journey of moving and encountering a new neighbourhood? I tried writing a summary, but could not convey my feelings adequately. Discarding the Post I’d laboured over, I tried my hand at a Poem, with Photos as inspiration.
Boxes piled high, disarray and clutter,
“This move takes a toll” I sigh and I mutter.
I thought I’d decluttered, discarded and purged!
Yet goods galore from all corners emerged.
Sparkling September sun, glinting through the panes
Warm breezes ripe with promise dance through the lanes.
Tossing boxes aside, turning towards open spaces
Wandering the neighbourhood, exploring new places.
Perfect pretty pathways abound here and there,
Nearing an opening, nestled in a neighbourhood square
A playground appears—gather here to visit and share.
Another turn in the road, treading sprightly down a hill
A sweet little pond is in sight—it gives me a thrill
The days speed by, shelves in order, goods tucked away
Dishes, decor, duck decoys unpacked and placed on display
Early morning mists arise as September days wane
And the sunshine gives way to the inevitable rain.
But I’m not discouraged, not yet that is
For the neighbourhood yields a surprise—’tis
A tree of the type found in tropical sands.
Rooted and sturdy, at home in these wetlands.
A final turn to explore, just a few streets over
The houses diminish, then fields of green clover
Surround a farmyard with a most glorious barn
Of red, of course. And that’s the end of my yarn.
E.S. November 2017