Morning Bells at school
I wish I was back in the days gone by
Morning Bells at school
The schoolyard wakes, the morning hums.
Children spill, like light through doors.
Shoes click on stone, voices climb high.
The air is sweet, with shouted names.
A bell rings loud, it shakes the sky.
We gather, hands brushed, hearts quick.
The playground stretches, endless, wide.
We leap, we run, the wind holds us.
The sun bends low, it warms the cheeks.
Laughter echoes, it folds around.
A secret shared, a glance, a spark.
The day is ours, and ours alone.
Evening waits, but does not call.
The light stays bright, in memory’s room.
We carry it home, it hums and hums.
A world renewed, by morning bells.
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
I loved going to school not just a chance to see my friends, but I also liked my teachers from first through twelfth grades and the subjects that were taught.
I have some happy memories of school, thankyou for bringing them back xx
I would hate to relive my school days. Six years at a boarding school, abused and abandoned; no thanks. Nice poem though 😉😉