Neighbors essays

Neighbors essays On the street where I live, I see vibrant azaleas and blooming roses in my neighbors flowerbed. I see kites gliding through the sky on a cool spring afternoon as if they were angels on a cloud. I see the beautiful skyline of Memphis, TN and the bright lights of the Memphis Bridge as I look off of my balcony. I see large boats sailing down the Mississippi River. I see children playing and riding their bicycles, smiling as if it were the greatest day of their life. I see people walking, jogging and roller-skating on the river walk. I see some people lying on blankets just enjoying the moment, leaving the stress and pressures of their jobs and the world behind them, taking time out to enjoy family and self. I see fathers playing catch with their sons and mothers reading novels. When I look down my street I see happiness. On the street where I live, I hear crickets chirping, bees buzzing and birds singing. I hear the horns of cars, tug boats and trolley trains as they pass my apartment building. I hear dogs barking and howling to the screeching sounds of the fire truck sirens. I hear construction workers yelling, jackhammers pounding the concrete and the shifting gears of dump trucks driving away. I hear the up-tempo roar of motorcycles drag racing down the street. I hear the sounds of a trumpet coming from the Taylors apartment two doors down from mine. At twelve p.m. I hear the bells ringing from the local Catholic Church. I hear the sounds of the inner city. On the street where I live, I smell the aroma of mesquite bar-b-que. I smell sweet bubble gum ice cream as my son eats his favorite dessert. I smell freshly cut grass and the stench of mulch in the air. I smell fragrant flowers and honeysuckle overridden by the smell of burning oil at the local refinery. On the street where I live, I feel a cool breeze off the river blowing in my face. I feel the vibration from the train as it crosses the bridge. ...