My Town
By Taia Warfield

My place is my town. But the roads are so bumpy. When you start walking down the streets you feel the breeze and you hear the birds chirping like they never did before.

It’s my town sometimes I might hate it but nobody can stop me from loving it. The sun be out and when you go outside you hear laughter everyday. Because people are having a good time.

The flowers be out the brightest color be yellow. And blue they are they brightest colors. When its warm you see the brightest color cars too.

When people get out of their town they’re probably going to stop by. Because we have all of the brightest and beautiful colors.

Our town would smell like fresh air. And not like the other towns nasty and dirty. A lot of kids would be out having a blast like they never did before. You know why ? Because they never had this weather like we did before.

Sometimes it can be violent and sometimes it can’t. So this is my town and I hope you come visit us someday.