School

• Jenna Cowley, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2004

The school anticipates the arrival of pupils
As the wind is snoring and snoring in his sleep
Trying to think about the school day the school thought
Pupils stepping on him as if he were a piece of dirt
Thinking of what he had learnt from the teachers saying what ever they said

The chairs were chattering between them
Trying to see who was the strongest about of all of the chairs
The chalk and the chalkboard are drawing to see who can draw the best
Thinking it is funny when the teachers come in and scream at the teachers

The desks messing up the tidy trays
And reading their secret diaries
Nothing is a secret no more at school