Neighborhood

By: Theresa Richardson

I sit on the porch

and stare at the street

where the neighborhood kids

play in their bare feet

It’s much more peaceful

out on the back deck

you can watch the wind blow

the tiniest speck

But I’m drawn to the front

where the activity is

because this is the place

real camaraderie lives

I’m never alone

although I’m by myself

as my poor neighborhood

displays its great wealth

We don’t have a pool

or a great big yard

but we have each other

when times are hard