Houghton (by Michael)   Houghton is the town of spring with lush green grass and multicolored flowers. You could smell the honey made by the bees. Or dip your toes in the icy blue water.   Houghton is the town of summer with steaming days and nights that fold on top of you. The smell of pine cones float on top of the slow moving breeze.   Houghton is the town of fall with very crunchy leaves and many jobs of raking the falling red and yellow leaves that forewarn you of frosty winter nights ahead.   Houghton is the town of winter, freezing though the days may be the fire keeps me warm- it crackles soothingly. The outside air comforts you almost like a pin cushion.   Houghton is the town for me with white spotted fawns frolicking through our backyard, squirrels munching birdseed, small kids playing soccer in the field.   This is the town for me.   Michael is a 7th grade student at the American Cooperative School (as of the 2001-2002 school year)