Class is never peaceful,
And I don’t know why.
There’s always some type of noise,
From the crazy and shy.
SCREAMING
SHOUTING
CRYING
YELLING
Not giving a care in world.
I guess they get a pass,
We’re just kids in our dream world.
Just for one day,
I’d like to have peace.
Make it silent for some time,
Have the noise decrease.
Silence
Quiet
Stillness
Soundless
The class is like a whispered song.
This really isn’t normal,
There’s something wrong.
But I can get used to this,
This class became chill.
This day is awesome,
Like finding a 20 dollar bill.
Janae Tinley wrote this poem in class. She has been writing poetry since second grade.