Ms. Smallwood's 6th Grade
My neighborhood smells of plants and cars
but not too bad
My street is kids playing baseball
while cats hunt in alleys
The kids are roosters,
early in the morning
When I try and sleep
I just hear shouting
There is always kids outside
playing almost if they were
baby kittens in a house
My neighborhood reminds me of
playing in the summer
or fall, winter too
I like it here,
I think they do too.
My neighborhood is the kids leaving the toy store
the teens playing in the alley
the birds singing
the can of diet coke exploding
the cat walking down the street
the rabbits hopping about
the noise of traffic
and the amazon guy backing into a space
the smell of barbeque wafts through the street
the sound of kids having fun at the park
the train on its way in
the construction work
and the school bell ringing
cars flying down the street
the sound of squirrels stealing vegetables
Agatite, a street full of fun and joy
Everyone is social and energetic
The kids outside are wild tigers and lions
Hear them roar outside from the back of your house
Smell the dads making hot dogs and burgers on the grill
While the kids are ooutside
Running and playing
Having the time of their lives
See the kids dreading dinner
Wanting to stay and play with their friends forever
The kids beg their parents to go to Horner Park
Hoping to play on the playground
Thinking it is heaven
Ms. Roman's 6th Grade
My neighborhood
the people are sushi and ramen
My neighborhood
My street is Nano’s employees and people playing
in alleyways
My neighborhood
My neighborhood is
Aldi air and chlorine
My neighborhood
My memories are
doing cartwheels
in my
front yard
My neighborhood
My neighborhood smells of the random food
people make for dinner
It smells of grass
From that one person whose lawn is green
Even in late fall
The howls of the seal-dog are gone
And the cries from the child occur less
I assume they grew up, both the child and the dog
Everyone in my neighborhood has a face
I can’t remember the names though
Sometimes, people who I swaer I’ve never seen before
will come into the apartment building
I can remember some people though
Not their names though
I’m bad at remembering names
Step outside, smell the graduating teens
People like ninja lines and bikes circling the
block
My streets are rhymes that keep their secrets
I remember kickball in the yards and
wiffleball in the Jewel parking lot
Happiness in the air, every step down Leavitt
There goes Cucumber looking for food
Kids coming out of school
The place of love and hope
Leavitt