My Neighbours Poem by amelia grapes

Rocks in My boots, I shake them out,
One by one, they fall to the ground.
A walk by the tall grey fence,
I hear distant cries of a small child,
Sending shivers down my spine.
And I knew,
The fights have just begun.
Toxic flames fill my lungs,
Blue rises in smoky puffs,
And I knew,
The cook-up has begun.
Roaring noises of an ATV engine
Speeding aggressively up the highway,
And I knew,
The fun had just begun.