My Cleveland
By Zoe B., 5th grade, at Ink Spot
I see Key Bank Tower
so big compared to me,
dirty “orange” traffic cones,
drivers can barely see,
Yellow taxi cabs drive from street to street,
the rusty old coins indenting your feet.
Fancy people leave playhouse square,
the Cleveland Clothing Company,
I know will always be there.
If you drive on an old buick road
it sounds like clickity clack
the flying plastic bags
will always fly right past.