Across the new city I arrive
Full of hustle and bustle
Discovering the chatty cafes
And the lonely paths
My only friend is
The bicylce I ride!
As i move
I see a boy, ready to groove.
People leisurely walking
Enjoying the lane without mocking.
It's calm and serene
Edifice so old, tall and lean
The bricks and the red stone
The archaic still standing and not gone!
Up and above
Is the sky so high,
Clear and cloudy
Lulling down the
Birds so rowdy!
The narrow lanes
And the tapering path
Trails the way
Obscure they say, that one should refrain!
But as the road ends
And I look back
All I figure is
How everyone spends
And set new trends
A journey one can treasure
With their best of friends!
Written for Magpie Tales- Mag 261
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A very good attempt :)
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Amazing..!!
ReplyDeleteThanks sweetheart :)
Deletelovely images !
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra :)
Deleteyou have described the lane better than is shown in the pic! lovely poem :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Ankita.. m awed by your comment..
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Nice take on the prompt...
ReplyDeleteThanks Berowne :)
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Yes , all that is good about this ancient street is the resonance of friends .....
ReplyDeleteWell said Kutamun.. Thanks.. :)
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Next time I visit York it must be by bicycle...
ReplyDeleteIt did make you consider.. Thanks a lot..
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Sounds like a lovely day and so is your take!
ReplyDeleteThanks Bekkie..
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Bicycle rides are fun :-)
ReplyDeleteThey truly are..
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