Writing201 – Day 7 Neighborhood/Ballad/Assonance.

The sun spills over the horizon,
undone is the blanket of night covering my town, Tarzana.

Little birds in the trees sing me awake.
Although I know they aim to please,
sometimes I just want to push mute.

Diverse in its cultural residents,
we all converse in different ways from sign language
to musical interpretation.

Age knows no bounds, with multi-generational neighbors meeting at the pool
because we all heard the sounds of summer approaching.

Winter holidays bring out all types of decorations and cheer,
as all around us the hype of merriment commences.
Year round this little town of mine is thriving.

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