Please note- Reading is pronounced Redding! and names have been changed. <br /> <br />Ah, I walk through the streets I have walked so many times, <br />The walls so familiar, <br />The graffiti still there! <br />The gang of teenagers still warming the street lamp covered corner. <br />Someones music still loud. <br />At the corner of the next road, <br />I shall find Jill has deal her son with drugs, my eyes ignore the obvious. <br />The childcare services dont care about the 15 year old whose alcoholic mother serves him drugs instead of beans on toast for tea. <br />As i walk through the town i have lived in life, <br />I notice the crazyness, <br />I notice the laughter, <br />Closeness between the family and friends, <br />The exchanged hello's. <br /> <br />Reading may not be the ideal town, <br />But its my town. <br />Its my life. <br />This town holds my entire life. <br />Awarded the worst town to live in, <br />I beg to differ. <br /> <br />As i walk through the town that holds my memories, <br />I notice how we all know eachother, <br />How many hellos, goodbyes and hugs i see. <br />I see workers sharing a cigarette, <br />I see friends smiling and laughing, <br />Children laughing and chasing the pigeons. <br /> <br />This town, holds my happiness.<br /><br />Rosalita Fernandez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-joy-of-reading-berkshire/
