I'm in a meadow
Fishing at a pond
Wind is blowing leaves
'round my face...
Church bells ring
Far off in the distance...
Wait...
Church bells don't ring that fast
I awake from a reverie
Serene
To find chaos
Raging in the gym
I stand
Swirled in the crowd
Clutching my journal in my arms
The wave of bobbing heads
I follow
To a small field of greenA FIRE DRILL!
Of course!
I wait out the storm
Then I go to class
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Poems Of The Feather Pen #Wattys2016
PoezjaA collection of poems from the mind of me