As I walk down the street,
I see a million type of things,
But the thing that makes me sing
Is the little park down the street to the left.
As i enter this new world of Insects,
I imagine myself to be an ant scurrying free,
My only aim is food I need for my family
But i have to be careful of the dangers in the park down the street to the left.
Then i imagine myself to be a squirrel little,
As i climb the huge trees full of beetle,
But in the winter i store my food in holes,
And then i go for a sleep long, long peaceful.
As i finish my journey in the garden,
I feel like i am the greatest burden,
Not free and independent like the ant and squirrel,
In the park down the street to the left.
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I like the artwork and the imagination in the poem. It's creative. I rated it a nine.