2108 W 89th St

Whose home is this, so snug and wide, With four bright bedrooms by its side? In Old Brooklyn's embrace it lies, Underneath the vast blue skies. A sanctuary of space untold, Where laughter weaves and dreams unfold, With ceilings high and windows wide, Each room a haven, where hearts abide. Ascend the stairs, oh seeker bold, To where the balcony, a tale is told, From its perch, the world to see, Amidst the branches of the sturdy tree. A garage waits, for chariot one, To rest beneath the setting sun, In the tranquil streets where trees doth stand, Guardians of this cherished land. Come dwell within, and make it thine, Where memories bloom, like grapes on vine, In Old Brooklyn's arms, you'll find, A home, a haven, for heart and mind. Tenant is responsible for all utilities.