I Remember My Street
By Anthony at St. Rocco School
I remember my street.
I see old buildings, stray dogs, and brick roads.
I see guys and girls riding bikes,
Playing basketball, and walking around.
I see broken houses, guys hanging out,
And mostly fools all around.
I hear my dog at night,
Barking at the deer in the backyard.
I hear lights and sirens every night.
I hear people screaming, laughing,
And playing all around.
I taste smoke after 4th of July.
I taste nothing since it’s my street.
I feel the trees, giant oaks,
I feel most of the houses when I walk around.
I smell burning wood, barbeques,
Cigarettes, and more.
This is my street.
I live on the west and I don’t care.
I always remember the street.