Six poets in my neighborhood.

Μy street is called Browning,
The intersecting street is Byron,
The parallel street is Shelley
And more parallel is Keats.
Few blocks away is Kipling
Five poets in my neighborhood!
Sometimes I do not think about it,
But when I think about it,
I am becoming a different person,
My mind travels in other places
I am becoming the Great Traveler.
Five poets in my neighborhood!
How many people died?
And they never read
Kipling,
Byron,
Keats,
Shelly
Browning.
Five  poets in my neighborhood!
The corner between Shelley and Byron
Is called Poet’s Corner,
When I am passing by 
I am always looking
I am always listening,
Perhaps for something to see,
Perhaps for something to hear.
Five poets in my neighborhood!
One evening with the moon,
A century long silence,
I walk and listened again
And I heard a voice,
I heard music,
It is my neighbor
Who writes lyrics with his Guitar.
Six poets in my neighborhood!