School

• Beatrice Wharldall, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2005

School

The playground is brought to life once more
As the doors burst open and out we pour.
We play chasy, here he comes! LOOK OUT! LOOK OUT!
He comes for me, with out a doubt, for I am small, and round, and stout
Because as you know being ‘IT ’ isn’t always fun, to absolutely everyone
But now I am happy, as happy as can be!
Because we are all playing, both you and me!