A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey,
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The chatting of the children,
The ringing of the bell,
The shushing of the teacher,
The scraping of the pencil.
The flipping of the pages,
The swishing of the paintbrush,
The zipping of the coats,
The rumbling of the engines.
A stranger called this morning.
He didn’t leave his name,
Left us only silence,
Life will never be the same.
Work done with Ms. Kelly.
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