Watching
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Eloise Wiles, Grade 3
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Poetry
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2008
As I get my lead pencil out I start to think,
I hear children speaking about their great ideas.
Beth and George have their hands up for help,
Thomas is humming a little song.
I go and ask Annabelle if I can borrow her ruler,
Her silver spotty pencil is scraping against the paper.
Zac is scrunching up old magazines and putting them in the green bin.
I see Henry walking around for his book and asking some strange questions.
Stuart is reading his work and checking it.
I glue my math’s work into my book, it smells a funny smell.
The teacher says we can get our fruit,
It is dripping all over my hands and desk.
I get my rubber out of my colorful pencil case, a lovely sweet and sour taste.
It is a lovely taste I can’t bear it.
I go back to my writing.
The bell goes; everyone runs outside with their black bags and go to their comfy homes.