There’s a stretch of the Loring Greenway that never fails to quiet the noise inside my head. Every time I walk it, I feel like I’ve stepped out of the city and into a secret world. It is a place where the air smells different. The rustle of leaves and birdsong feel like old friends.
The photo below doesn’t quite capture the feeling (does any photo ever?), but it’s the view that inspired the poem.
The Greenway
The greenway is like being teleported.
Gone are the noises of the big city.
The scent of nature surrounds me.
Birdsong drifts from the trees and fills me.
Flowers bloom, green leaves rustle—
offering warmth the concrete jungle lacks.
It is an oasis.
It is a respite.
It is a calming force.
There are times I want to stay here forever,
to escape the world and its responsibilities.
But for now,
I’ll sit a moment longer,
and simply enjoy—
the greenway.
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