My street

The birds are flying above my street and make my cat chatter his teeth. Sometimes the dogs are fighting. They are not many houses here. Poverty is looking out of the windows. People are walking. They have no cars. Walking is good for them - if they can. Children are skating and dreaming every day, when they'll grow up they will leave this street. They skate faster, when they are dreaming. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville 12/15/2010 POW! assignment.