Day 11

For this poem I had help....my class are following my progress and wanted to help. So this is very much a work in progress, more a mishmash of ideas at the moment, but i promised them I would post it....

Monday morning, school bell rings

rain pounding on the playground

children thinking

cogs turning

tapping nails

like the tick tock of the class clock

loud and annoying

Dinner ladies banging pans

chairs creaking

children swinging

26 elephants stomp down the

corridor

towards steaming bowls of 

cooks crumble and custard.