Personal Narrative: A New World In Boston
Remember when we heard of the promises of this New World in Boston? Remember when you laughed right at seeing the poster? Do you remember when you called it “simply a big bunch of hogwash “? You may want to change your mind, as this is a truly wonderful place. The whole city is vibrant and alive! The waterfront bustles with commotion, sailors running to and fro, kids getting into all kinds of mischief, and new arrivals coming in by the minute. Bells chime, sailors cheer, and it is so energetic, spirited, and vivid! Up higher, businesses ring their bells and call out their competitive deals as the church bell’s peals sing loud and clear. The wonderful scents from the bakery and the sea mix into an irresistible aroma as the lively town square
prepares for the farmer’s market. Colorful signs hang from every doorway, of every shade of the rainbow, and when the rich men's wagons come passing through, parting way through the crowd like Moses, the town of Boston could not be more compelling. The sky is blue as the bluest sea, the sea is blue as the bluest sky, and the hills sing their songs while waves of lush green nature ripple down to the foot of the hill. The skyline is ever so romantic at sunset, when all you can see is the wafting tendrils of smoke from the chimneys and the spires of the church in front of a dramatic, peachy-rose sun, sinking into the sea. So picturesque, so perfect, so you!
Please come! It so much better here than in our mother country, England, as there is no monarchy. Since this is just a colony, that also means you can be whatever you want, whatever you choose to be (as a colonist in this new land), and have the ultimate freedom! Imagine, me, a rich man! There is no status due to simply heredity here, and this, this New World, is truly a blank page, hoping to be written.
prepares for the farmer’s market. Colorful signs hang from every doorway, of every shade of the rainbow, and when the rich men's wagons come passing through, parting way through the crowd like Moses, the town of Boston could not be more compelling. The sky is blue as the bluest sea, the sea is blue as the bluest sky, and the hills sing their songs while waves of lush green nature ripple down to the foot of the hill. The skyline is ever so romantic at sunset, when all you can see is the wafting tendrils of smoke from the chimneys and the spires of the church in front of a dramatic, peachy-rose sun, sinking into the sea. So picturesque, so perfect, so you!
Please come! It so much better here than in our mother country, England, as there is no monarchy. Since this is just a colony, that also means you can be whatever you want, whatever you choose to be (as a colonist in this new land), and have the ultimate freedom! Imagine, me, a rich man! There is no status due to simply heredity here, and this, this New World, is truly a blank page, hoping to be written.