School after dawn

the tap drips into the sinks open mouth, as it thirstily swallows the tiny drops of water.

notes, like a curly line, were scribbled on the whiteboard, that was shining in the sun.

the pencils in the pots, chatting about what to write tomorrow.

and the books, on the shelves, wait for a new story.

the doors, want to be opened, for lots of children to run inside.

left behind, was a dirty football boot, that smelled like stinky socks.

and the pictures watch, as a hoover sucks away all the memories.

the trophies, like magpies watch, the silent steady room