Going home

• Ollie Kabbani, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2004

Sand left over from the beach falling from my hair.

Like dust falling from a feather duster

My friends hand slapping the back of my head

A bird hitting a glass window

The boring drawl of the radio announcer coming from the speakers

It sounds like the continuous snoring and grunting coming from the bloke behind me

The digusting smell of B.O wafting around the fresh air that is left on the bus.

It smells like the rotting odour of sweat

I can taste the salt water swimming around in my mouth

it tastes like salt from the sea

Peace, Quiet...