danielshaiku

Desks covered with brown, Books are everywhere I look, Music fills my head.

Teacher writing poem, Air feeling somewhat chilly, A green pencil pouch.

I am packing up, The bell is about to ring, I walk out of class.

I open the door, Sunlight hits my face & home, Sweat runs down my face.

Legs are sore from run, P.E. clothes smell really bad, Take to the washer. 