Tuesday 14th February 2017

Born on a Crescent

I was born on a Crescent
Not a Road or a Lane
Nor a Street or a Terrace
Neither a Walk nor a Way
I was born on a Crescent
Not a Mall or a Square
Not a Boulevard a Place a Plaza
Not a Grove, Arcade, Court, Drive or Alley
I was born on a Crescent that swept from field to field
It was the place of my birth
Where my dad passed away
Where my mother loved me
Where she battled the demons
The Crescent was full of friends
We shared common values
We shared celebrations
We shared sorrows
On the edge of a city
On the boarder of the green belt
A river cast a mist in spring
And in winter a fog held it tight
Gardens, hills, lakes, old oak trees
I was born on a Crescent
Not a Grove or a Corner
Not a Circle, Parade, Mews or Close
I could not imagine me being born
Anywhere else than on a Crescent
It made me who I am
It gave the moon an extra dimension
Artemis-Diana waxing and waning
I was born on a Crescent
And I always felt it special

John Bish 14th February 2017

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