I’m bringing it home with me.

This is a poem that I wrote for my class. It is in the form of a villanelle.

Simple People

Our friendships are good.

The accent will always spread.

This is my neighborhood.

 

We know we should

Have babies. I want a cat instead.

Our friendships are good.

 

I never knew I could

Pet a cow. He peed when I touched his head.

This is my neighborhood.

 

Whenever we meet we eat some food.

“Taters,” chicken, pie, all precede bed.

Our friendships are good.

 

We remember to knock on wood.

We thank God for our daily bread.

This is my neighborhood.

 

The families here are sometimes misunderstood.

Sometimes I think I’m one step ahead.

Our friendships are good.

This is my neighborhood.