Quietly

• Laura C, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2005

It was so quiet that I felt,
a gush of wind blowing on my skin
like a brush flowing through hair.

It was so gentle that I heard,
every blade of grass flowing in the wind,like an air conditioner blowing every strand of hair on everyone's head.

It was so quiet that I heard,
the hands on the clock ticking
like a hammer hitting a nail.

It was so tranquil that I heard,
a pen scraping on paper
like a scrubbing brush scraping the floor.