This from my home street, and for more of my writings, check my Substack.
…Oh what a beautiful morning.
There’s a soft peachy glaze skimming brick work,
There’s a warm orange haze in the air,
The road is as long as a snakes tasting tongue,
And it carries the folk up to where we belong…
Man, what a beautiful morning,
Another day gifted to me,
I’ve got a peaceful deep feeling,
A thanks that my footsteps are free.
Shop keepers are opening shutters,
The naan is fresh baking again,
Delivery drivers nod as I pass by,
Today Coatsworth Road has a wink in her Eye…
Gosh what a beautiful morning,
Another day I get to see,
Thanks for this road which supports us,
Today, nowhere I’d rather be.
Oh the sounds of the street are like music,
Oh the sounds of the Earth are like music,
The breeze clatters over the chimneys and slates,
And the small Jewish children are laughing at me…
Wow what a beautiful morning,
Another day I spend at Home,
Held by community weaving,
Our sacred corner, Shalom.