Poem- I Hear

I hear

When I think of my school

I hear 

Crying and shouting like you got hurt

I hear typing and talking like you have your own business. 

I hear the bell ringing like it's time for round two. 

When we get in class we read books but there just outside the top window.

As if it had never ceased to be.

But only needed to listen when the teacher comes 

we are quiet as a mouse.

Here is they original poem I have written my own poem