One sound of my class room that I cannot bear
is the scraping of a chalkboard rushing through my ear.
The clicking of pens, the children’s laughter
flowing through my mind for forever after.
The twitching of lights, the storm belting through the night,
shooting through my brain with power and might.
I can still hear them but I can bear them that is the sounds of my classroom.
The click of the clock, the door got a knock.
The shuffling of pages that go on for ages will slip through my mind.
by Aaron McDonnell, 5th Class