Our Inspiration
My Building
Community Poem
The Hills
I am from a sea of vivid colors, lighting up the streets through art
From Giorgino’s famous cheesesteaks melting in my mouth
And sharing memories on a plaid picnic blanket in the middle of Pioneer Park
I am from driving down Sunset Boulevard at night when the stars light up the road
I am from fun crowded festivals with creepy clowns and friends wearing tutus on bikes
From the only cafe where you can take the stage too
I am from the historic district
And Bertrand at Mister A’s
I am from big, bright murals with popping colors
As I walk down the street lined with houses that take you back in time
In Heritage Park where ghosts lurk in the graveyard
And the suspension bridge, long and lean
I am from a place of wealth,
From a town known for their scrumptious food
And lively entertainment at the Mystery Cafe,
The Hills: The only community truly made of gold
From Giorgino’s famous cheesesteaks melting in my mouth
And sharing memories on a plaid picnic blanket in the middle of Pioneer Park
I am from driving down Sunset Boulevard at night when the stars light up the road
I am from fun crowded festivals with creepy clowns and friends wearing tutus on bikes
From the only cafe where you can take the stage too
I am from the historic district
And Bertrand at Mister A’s
I am from big, bright murals with popping colors
As I walk down the street lined with houses that take you back in time
In Heritage Park where ghosts lurk in the graveyard
And the suspension bridge, long and lean
I am from a place of wealth,
From a town known for their scrumptious food
And lively entertainment at the Mystery Cafe,
The Hills: The only community truly made of gold