Poem

This place I call home

Distantly looking out, so far across the house’s
I spot a glimpse of the sun, gently amongst the mist
The clouds fall low, as if visible to my touch
The view looks slanted above the tree tops

Everywhere is hills and jagged pavements
Car’s never straight always looking bent
Mum’s huff and puff up the Mount Everest
Stop to take breath’s then begin with a hiss

The birds briskly flow through the neatly cut edges
Wisp of fresh grass, seeps between my window ledges
Songs echo from the tooting of car horns
Quiet conversations obtained, from my neighbours bedroom

A place you can easily travel to many places
Only a few stops away from the famous London Bridge
There’s a big stretch of road, full of community fun
So much places to eat, from chips, Chinese too Italian

My favourite place around here is the Horniman Museum
It marks it as a place of history, where many have lived on
The schools are some of finest in the borough
Where the kids are well taught and get along with each other

It’s a place that burst with diversity
I’ve lived here now, since the age of 23
Ever time I travel, as far as abroad
I hang the imagery of my home, a place so cool

Everyone around here, happens to be so friendly
Forever approached with joy and constant glee
Tranquillity, enlightenment and a place full of zeal
If ever seeking a place called home, come to Forest Hill

Aysha Scott
London, United Kingdom

I have been writing poetry since the age of 14. I am now in completion of my book called "Words from woman's heart" which has a wide range of poems inside. I have also recited some poetry that you may view on my youtube channel Aysha123.

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