The Five Branches of Greatness

Davon W. ----- 7th grade

From the publication

"Leave It Unsolved"

Sometimes when my eyes are red,

I gaze off my roof. My own little world.

Streets I’ve ran, blocks I’ve explored.

Lying in the dark

My thoughts lift up like the city.

New York, the city of dreams and dreamers.

Walking down Broadway, taxi horns screaming.

See the rats in the subway, not the sandwich spot.

New York, best city in the world.

Grab the mic,

Eat the bite

like Iron Mike. 

New York home of the greatest,

New York.