POEM
IT'S START OF MY SCHOOL!
I WAS A SWEET LITTLE BABY OF TWO
WITH BOTTLE IN MY MOUTH AND NO WORK TO DO
BUT NOW I HAVE GROWN UP A BIT
CAN WALK ON MY OWN AND LEARN TO SIT
I AM A SCHOOL GOING CHILD OF FIVE
HOLDING MY MOTHER'S HAND WITH A SIGH
MY HEART FILLED WITH FEAR AND EYES FILLED WITH TEARS
THERE I ENTER MY FIRST CLASS AND MEET MY PEERS
THEN ENTERS A SWEET LADY WITH FRIENDLY FEATURES
SHE OFFERS US SWEETS; OH! SHE IS OUR CLASS TEACHER
NEXT WE INTRODUCE OURSELVES, TELLING OUR NAMES
TRINNGGG!! GOES THE BELL INDICATING OUR PERIOD CHANGE
WE MEET OUR OTHER TEACHERS TURN BY TURN
TRYING TO CATCH UP AS WE BEGIN TO LEARN
A THREE TIME BELL MARKS OUR LUNCH BREAK
AND WE RUN OUT WITH CHEERS AND NOISES WE MAKE
ON THE SWINGS- WE PLAY, WE TALK, WE LAUGH, WE RUN
HOW GOOD IT IS TO COME TO SCHOOL
WHERE WE CAN AVE ENDLESS FUN!
BY- PIXIE ASHOK
CLASS-11 B
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