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My street is small

But has a house on every side

Every corner

Not that busy

Not that fast

One street

Part of a neighborhood

Part of a state

Part of our earth

Street that could grow into something

So much more

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My street is by
my friends, who
come to play and
laugh.
My street is curvy and
has a lot of hills
so when I ride
my bike, it
makes for a wild
ride.
My street isn't by
a lot of attractions
but we always find
a way to have
fun.

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my street
my street is were children play
riding buks up an down

it is were memories are made
were it twist and turns into a cul du sac
it is oly big enough for 2 cars
my street is one of a kind

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My street is a cul-de-sack
with trees s w a y i n g in the wind,
and neighbors talking and having fun as fire pits are lit on Halloween, or a barbecue with yummy smells and smiles on everyone's faces.

On the Fourth of July the fireworks
light up the sky and
oohs and ahhs are surrounding
ears along with the
fireworks going
BOOM   CRACK  POP!

But other days are different
It's quiet with the occasional
C R U N C H of loose asphalt from the street under tires of cars
and the L O U D beeping of the recycling and trash truck

Kids walk down the street
to get on the bus
on school days

My street may be a quiet one
some days but
My street is home.

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Lido drive by :Marshall Serrano. Fun crazy quiet Where do we begin Kids running knees dirty racing down the road Swoosh fast woof!Friends to play with games to play in the sun and play all d

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Lido drive by :Marshall Serrano. Fun crazy quiet Where do we begin Kids running knees dirty racing down the road Swoosh fast woof!Friends to play with games to play in the sun and play all d

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By - Laila Gail Shafaf

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My street is very busy

Cars zooming by

Kids playing tag running around like crazy

My street is very noisy

Neighbors next door fixing their car in the middle of the night

Birds chirping bright and early in the morning

My street is very kind

Everyone is kind to everyone

People bringing cookies to each other on Christmas Day

My street is where my home is.

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Quiet the sound of rushing water
From the waterfall of the creek
baby frogs hatching
splashing water from the boys           happily throwing rocks in the muddy water.

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I can hear many sounds

On my street

I live near a field...

I hear kids playing

In the field

There yelling to

Pass the ball,

I can hear dogs barking

While people are walking

On the Fourth of July,

Many people go to that field

And do fireworks

I hear the fireworks going off,

Pop

Crack

Boom!

I can hear the sweet

Birds chirping-

Singing there songs

I can hear coyotes

When it’s really late-

H o w l i n g  to

Communicate.

I can hear crickets

Chirping with the birds

Aswell

I can hear all the day-time animals

Going to sleep at night.

Then the next morning, kids are out again playing

All day, then all of it repeats.

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My street is not busy
at all there not much sound
not even a peep or a meep
but sometimes there is a car speeding
down the street beep beep but there no
sound right now

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My street is busy. People zip-zip-zipping by in fast cars. Many friends out play-play-playing on swing-sets and trampolines. Older kids are listening to music as they are yell-yell-yelling.

My street is quiet during the nighttime. Only the howl-howl-howling of outside dogs and the thunder and hail on rainy days.

My street is loud during the day. In summer, all you can hear for miles and miles are the footsteps of them playing hide-and-seek. and the screaming of others playing tag.

My street is where I feel home, as we drive past every other house in our neighborhood, none of them feel like home. Because my home, is around the joy of kids and laughter and joy.

My street, is home.

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My street is
filled with friends
play play playing

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My house is by a crossing, where cars whiz whiz by and

the neighbors share food, kindness and laughs

The sound of a bike axle turning fills the air everyday to bring mood to the cul-de-sac

It’s what I call home!

The birds are the wake up call and the sizzle of barbecue is what keeps us sane

Our street is like no other!

( ͡°- ͡°)

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My Street By Logan M.

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Quiet, no sound only on some days there is sound maybe a truck
our kids shouting but quiet yet quieter

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By: Nathaniel

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My street is
near a lake...
fast boats speed by
waves rip-rip-ripple
racing to the shore.

My street is near a park...
children play
swing-swing-swinging
little feet zoom
toward the sky.

My street is a busy one.
People walk-walk-walking
Geese honk-honk-honking
Dogs bark-bark-barking
Neighbors talk-talk-talking

My street leads to home.