My City - inspired by Gita's city challenge

[Kristine_ES]

A sprawling city lays crammed between two highways, overlooked by the shoulders of a white bridge.   Lavender grows at the intersections, while cedar, pine, and oak clasp hands above the tenants. Seagulls call; finches and robins investigate what the crows are up to.  Erin green lawns cover deep artesians that sparkle in the darkness and you will find peace here, even if you had not brought it with you.

Walk among the smooth stones, read their names and listen to the songs they sing—their poetry written from gardens of light. Claim a stone for your own and watch the scarlet sun fade into purple twilight. 

 

 

 

(prolly not exactly what Gita was aiming for... but i kinda got stuck at st. raymond's silent city. thanks for reading.)

http://www.beckermanphoto.com/blog/a-bridge-too-far/

 

 

[Teresa]

The last two lines are pure heaven, K.  Pure.

[Stephen Torelli]

A captivating account for a most peaceful place to reside. 

I believe St. Raymond's is in the Bronx.

[Gita]

oh who gives a rat's ass about what Gita was aiming for? This is perfection.

[Bill Floyd]

I re-read this after checking out the photo, and of course it means so much more.  I love the line about "you will find peace here, even if you had not brought it with you."   

[Jamie Hogan]

Now THAT, my friends, is poetry.

[Bill Floyd]

This.  Is.  Beautiful.  I wanna visit.