Day 11: My Town

Hey everybody whats shaking? I have decided to direct my posts a little away from the vegetarian side. Just to tell you about all the other new and good going on in my life. But, I promise to keep you posted on all the news going down in veggie town. As a requirement i am supposed to post an at-home every week, so this week i'm posting a poem called "My town." Enjoy.

MY TOWN

This is where i had my first kiss

This is where I rode my bike down that big hill

This is where the ice cream man drove down the street on a hot summer's day.

This is my town

My town is not just an ordanariy suburbia of america

It's my childhood

My now

My memories.

This is my town.

People take things for granite, even the proud red, white, and blue.

Simple things make us who we are.

Our roots are what made us.

My town did that to me.

This is where old Mr. Jenkins lived

This is the old post office

Or the library where we skateboarded around.

My town.

In every American , their is a place where it all started.

A place where we will never forget no matter how bad we want to

My town, where's your's?