Kissimmee, Florida

When I wake, I hear birds singingI hear cars driving down the streetPeople everywhere are talking excitedlyMy hometown is as busy as a beeMaybe because I live near Disney? Everywhere I look people are going from here to thereBright and colorful ads touch the skyIt doesn’t matter if there is a grey cloud or twoThere is always something fun to doThe hard part is choosing what you want to do As the city lights turn onSurprising explosions fill the airThe soft booms rock me to sleepBut before I go close my eyes, I ask my mom to “Kissimmee”Just like the name of my wonderful city