Upper Falls, Massachusets

Cicadas and crickets are chirping, filling the evening with an insect symphony.The sun is going down but if you listen,the town has not gone to sleep yet. You can hear the smooth whisper of bicycle wheels as children petal up and down the street, breathing in the warm sweet air. little birds gossip in the trees flitting beetween the lush summer foliage. In the distanance you can hear the traffic, beeping and skidding. Mothers sit on thier front porches, softly crooning to the infant in there arms. In this town, your ears are your eyes. The everyday sounds tell stories, sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet. These stories lull you to sleep everynight, wake you in the morning, and greet you when you run up the front steps, home from school. This town is a community. This town is one.

Hannah N

Submitted: Monday 26th January 2004, 6:22 PM

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