Like Our Big Wide Street Poem by Rich Harney

I like our big, wide street
the bikes, the trikes,
and
the people I meet.
I like the green house too;
down on the corner
it has blue feet!

I like our candy avenue,
so many reds and yellows
and
blues.
and up and down our thoroughfare;
flowers in pots
with blueberry hair!

Our street is big and wide,
I like
the children playing their
Peek-a-boo,
and once in a while
The windows smile
I noticing
I wonder who
behind the doors
red yellow and blue.