School Daze
My school was old
Red brick buildings
The teachers were the same
Tall ceilings
The windows went
All the way to the top
On warm days
The teacher would open
Those very tall windows
The breeze would come in
And cool down the stuffy room
Which smelled of disinfectant
And eraser dust and paste
Lockers were in the back of the room
Where we would remove our coats
And place our lunch
The halls were dark
Light would stream in
From the end of the hall
The floors polished
The play yard barren
There was some play equipment
And a tennis court
We played group games
At recess
I remember a circle
A red scarf and running
I was a good student
But someone was talking
All the time
Would interrupt my thoughts
At last, I found out it was me
August 15, 2018
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