Passing Period
Silence,
Leaves rustle above me.
A gentle ssssshhhhh.
Peaceful, enjoyable.
The bell rings,
A high pitch rrrriiiinnng.
Doors open,
And squeak on tired hinges.
Then chaos erupts.
Feet scuffle, stomp, and shuffle by,
Suddenly I am lost in a crowd.
Oohs and Aahs,
Screams and shouts,
Is this ever going to end?
Clusters of kids wait by the door.
Laughter echoes,
Ha Ha Ha! Hee Hee Hee!
Then squeaky doors open on tired hinges,
Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiinnnnnngg.
Students flood into classrooms,
Scragglers following behind.
Shhhhhhhhhh.
The leaves rustle,
And silence envelopes me once again.
So this is my stalker poem. We all had to go outside and just watch people during passing period. You do not know how bad I wanted to go and ring their necks! Anyway we had to write poem about what we saw and heard, so here's what I wrote.
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This is a collection of stories and poems I have written over the years. I'm doing this more so as a back up file for the stories I've recently written, and old favorites of mine. Feel free to read them.
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