the breeze was bringing in the children, and scurrying them along.
it began as one of those days where all is silent.
when the trees cast a moving shadow on the windows and white curtains.
the white curtains moved inward and outward.
out side of their homes, blocks away, waited their summer alarm clock.
being woken from trances, thoughts, and anticipation, a car horn honked.
we quickly grabbed our bags and shut the door behind us- leaving behind
everything and holding onto anything.
a breeze was sweeping across the streets driven by the choris of fall.
the breeze was bring in the children and scurrying them along.
I wrote this during my first day of school in 8th grade. Haha, I believe I found this on the first page in my notebook of poems. Enjoy my first day of school experience poem.
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