The Classroom Oven

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
How we all feel/felt at the end of a school day.

Submitted: December 26, 2012

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Submitted: December 26, 2012



I sit in the classroom,

Head on hands,

Dazing and daydreaming,

The Sun flooding the whole room,

I dreamed of ice and the Artic,

Instead of the hot indian summer surrounding me.

I stare out of the window,

Sweat drops from my forehead.

The teacher yawns, the pupils shut their eyes,

Waiting for a breeze to rush through the window.

Children pick up their pens-

Which now seem as heavy as lead.

Everyone stays still, waiting for the bell.

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