Ditmas Park My Home

If you have not had a chance yet to walk around and smell the blooms, here is a small album of the what's waiting for you, and a poem inspired by the season and our great neighborhood:

Ditmas Park My Home

I wake eagerly to greet the day in Ditmas Park my home

I go and meet my neighbors the daffodils and forsythia reflecting the gold of the sun, resplendent with god's love in Ditmas Park my home

The stately homes pave my way on the avenues and roads, quiet and all knowing in Ditmas Park my home

The tree giants on Argyle Road shelter me from the heat of the sun and the cold of the rain, as they stretch their fingers high to scratch the bellies of the clouds in Ditmas Park my home

At night I smell the pungent fragrance of the hyacinth and the sweet piquant aroma of the cherry blossoms all awash in the exhaling breath of the magnolia, whose blooms are already seeking their rest upon the ground

And I must go home and rest, ever anxious to greet another day in Ditmas Park my home