A house. A green house upon a hill, hidden from downtown by tall bamboo Sprouts.…
My Neighborhood
My Neighborhood
by Stephanie Manuel
The smell of something sweet and delicious woke me up,
I hear something chirping when I open the window.
I can also feel the warm wind on my face when I open the window.
When I’m outside playing I go to my neighbor’s wonderful yard,
I get something that is a pretty red color,
that smells great for my mother.
And for last, I love that old Lincoln Street.