My Community
My community is where I live...my house is part of a community...if I look out of the window...I see other houses in my community.
I have an upstairs in my house...as well as a downstairs...though some people don't have an upstairs...they only have a downstairs...except they don't call it that...no stairs you see?...they call it the ground.
So some people in my community live on the ground...whilst others live downstairs and upstairs...though not in both places at once.
I have a garden that I can plant things in...and it has nice flowers and things...even a pear tree and an apple tree...and some grass too...which I've cut and cultivated...I call it a lawn.
Some people in my community have a garden too but choose not to cultivate it...and it is often littered with things that've spilled out of their house...that they either don't want in the house or have no room for.
The people in my community who reside on either side of me are called neighbours...these are people that I see more often...and sometimes we share a word or two...usually about the weather and other neutral subjects.
Because I live in a community in the city...neighbours often come and go...so people tend to keep themselves to themselves.
At night if you go out...sometimes the neighbours have left their curtains open...and you can see them through the window sitting inside in their positions...either downstairs or on the ground...watching TV or talking or both...and you can marvel at their taste in wallpaper and furnishing...but this is a rare thing in my community at night...as curtains are usually drawn.
Nobody causes any bother in my community...and nobody bothers too much with anybody...and if there ever is any bother...and you hear a commotion...it's usually behind not only drawn curtains but closed doors...never on the street.
I think this is called community spirit...all communties have one but some of them are bad.
My house is part of a community spirit...if I look out of my window...I see other houses in my community...and on occasion...a curtain twitched by an unseen hand.
I have an upstairs in my house...as well as a downstairs...though some people don't have an upstairs...they only have a downstairs...except they don't call it that...no stairs you see?...they call it the ground.
So some people in my community live on the ground...whilst others live downstairs and upstairs...though not in both places at once.
I have a garden that I can plant things in...and it has nice flowers and things...even a pear tree and an apple tree...and some grass too...which I've cut and cultivated...I call it a lawn.
Some people in my community have a garden too but choose not to cultivate it...and it is often littered with things that've spilled out of their house...that they either don't want in the house or have no room for.
The people in my community who reside on either side of me are called neighbours...these are people that I see more often...and sometimes we share a word or two...usually about the weather and other neutral subjects.
Because I live in a community in the city...neighbours often come and go...so people tend to keep themselves to themselves.
At night if you go out...sometimes the neighbours have left their curtains open...and you can see them through the window sitting inside in their positions...either downstairs or on the ground...watching TV or talking or both...and you can marvel at their taste in wallpaper and furnishing...but this is a rare thing in my community at night...as curtains are usually drawn.
Nobody causes any bother in my community...and nobody bothers too much with anybody...and if there ever is any bother...and you hear a commotion...it's usually behind not only drawn curtains but closed doors...never on the street.
I think this is called community spirit...all communties have one but some of them are bad.
My house is part of a community spirit...if I look out of my window...I see other houses in my community...and on occasion...a curtain twitched by an unseen hand.
posted by Father O'Blivion at 4:42 AM
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