Beneath the trees, quiet streets unwind
In Oak Park’s shade, small comforts I find
The morning light through old windows
The corner café with its warm glow
Neighbors waving as they walk by
Library benches where kids read
Tulips swaying in the evening breeze
Porches wrapped in ivy green
Stories being shared, gentle and unseen
Every quiet path and street holds little joys I can’t explain
It’s in these moments that Oak Park whispers, I know you
Frida Marinoff
2026 graduate of Julian Middle School