"Scratch, Scratch" the pencil said as it kissed the paper.
The chairs creek, speaking to one another.
The rustle of paper, under my touch.
My foot quietly taps the floor, "Tap, Tap",
in the crisp, cool, classroom, air.
YOU ARE READING
Wild ride- A poem anthology
PoetryLife is a wild ride, this is a collection of poem written by yours truly. I hope you like them, I pour my feelings into every one of these. I have a LOT of them.
