Poem - I Hear

                                                    Here is the original poem. I have written my own version. 

      

I Hear...

When I think of school

I hear

The wind is blowing through the class room 

Kids chatting and talking as the bell rings 

Naughty kids running, late to class. 

Students whispering about their learning, 

But when the teacher came they were quiet like a mouse. 

Typing on their chromebook. 

As if it had never ceased to be 

but only needed listening to little leaves floating free.