-Dr. Seuss

Thursday, November 20, 2014

Room 43's Door

What Goes On Behind Room 43's Door
By R. R. Stokes
BeKaH's Blog

The apple sits unripe and green, though clean.
Pale faces look don't dare look up from their chairs.
The room is still and bare.
The chalkboard sits cold and grey and on it tiny letters and hopeless equations are sprayed.
A hard, icy blue eye stares out from beneath a magnifying glass for those whose sight is impaired.
Searching like a frog, waiting to let her tongue fly and make any little noise pay.
A sneeze sounds. SLAP!! goes her ruler accompanied by the ring of the lunch bell.
Safe for now, not so safe later on.
A slow scraping of chairs against the squeaky clean floor.
A quick and silent attempt starts, to get out the door and into the hall, before she can speak at all.

While others frolic and play, those from her class sit silent as mice. 
Each thinking of how to get too sick to go to school the next day. 


Hi! Today I am going to blog about Fall :) I hope you enjoy it!

 Pink's out. Red's the new green.
Weathered old trees shed their Summer leaves.
The last of the flowers have gone, in favour of rain showers.
Only a few are here to stay. The rest just go away. Maples let go of their vast storage of whirly birds. The mighty Firs strip their trunks bare to warm the cold ground, and make a soft blanket for those in their snug holes under the dirt, so black. As well as a welcoming mat, for those who come back.

And another one :)......

Diamonds of dew twinkle on Ms. C. Spider's handiwork as the sun reveals the night's hidden treasures.
Cool and crisp, the morning air.
 Morning Glories open with care. 
Mr. D. Rooster cock-a-tooing loud and clear to wake all those that lay.
Little rabbits gaily at play, conspire, as they plan their day.
Dear old Mrs. F. Owl closes her eyes for a nap.
All on a Fall Morning.