Poem -

The School Day

The School Day

This month brings so many new things.
The one I dread most is when the school bell rings.
We get on the bus,and we roam the halls.
We are all half asleep,and time just stalls.
Dragging the day on,and on.
You then get off the bus and step off on your lawn.
You get inside,and fix you a snack.
Then you plop on the couch,and start to relax.
The end of the day draws near,
and not completing that homework is all you fear.
You finish and tuck in for the night.
Then your alarm wakes you up at the break of daylight.
You grab you some breakfast then head out the door.
Only to board the bus once more.
You run to class,and pray your not late.
You had to swing by your locker hope she gives you a break.
You should have been more prepared!
It's so awkward when the class just sits there and stares.
You let out a sigh and slide into your seat.
You lean back in your chair,and tap your feet.
She glares at you and you can only pray
that the end is near on this particular school day.
 

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Elise Hawkins

This is excellent and generates a sense of connection between author and reader. Love it!

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