Messed up Roads

This place is full of trees
Having houses
Side to sides with
Messed up roads

Also with cold breezing air
That hits your face
You can hear
The noise of construction

Birds tweeting in the morning
The sun shinning over
You
Feeling the heat from the sun

Squirrels running across
The road
Looking for food as
Cars are passing down
At the end of the Conner
Is my beautiful home

As the Beautiful day goes
On and the day ends
I think to myself
And say this is my
home

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