I took a stroll down Cypress Street
The hot sidewalk beneath my feet.

The one thing that stood out the most
Where trees once stood there were lamppost.

I’d never seen so much concrete
No Cypress left on Cypress Street.

According to my Great Aunt Gem
There used to be a lot of them.

They cut them down. They took their wood
A treeless street is plum no good!

Just like a treeless neighborhood

So tell the Mayor next time they meet…
To change the name to Lamppost Street!

Lamppost Street: Cypress Street - A poem for kids
Lamppost Street: Cypress Street - A poem for kids

98 words | 1 minutes
Readability: Grade 4 (9-10 year old children)
Based on Flesch–Kincaid readability scores

Filed under: poems
Tags: #streets

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