When you said we were going to be doing this I though great another stupid project <br />But as we walked one by one I really didn’t mind it <br />I looked at the school as a different place then I ever have before <br />The hallways empty the kids in class all you hear is us walking <br />kids writing stuff down as we go not wanting to forget a thing <br />When we go out side every one looks at us thinking what we are doing <br />Wishing that they could come with us <br />We walk around the building, as the birds are chirping <br />A nice warm day which i could stay rite here but I cant <br />Then We come back inside it is cold and the kids in the class rooms are getting restless <br />There is only a couple of minutes left in the period <br />I really don’t want the period to end and go back to that hectic hall way <br />That before was so nice before <br />Why cant we all just stay here and do it all again next period<br /><br />John Schultz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/school-86/
