Wednesday, 30 March 2016

My special place

My Special Place 
(Hungry-minds learning new things)

The loud bell roared in my ear.
The decorated bags cling to their golden hooks.

The blinking bright lights dangles from the roof.

The mysterious book whispers fairytales in my ear.

Hungry children munch on their food.

The playful playground draws me to it.

Lime green trees sway their branches side to side.

The thick heavy books flips its pages by the wind.

Colourful splashes of paint filled the classroom at art time.

The wooden chairs sits quietly in the forum area forming a circle.

1 comment:

  1. I liked it when you said 'the loud bell roared in my ear.'