By: Durjaya Persaud, 8th Grade
I am in the winter of my fifth year.
My days of my old school come to an end
For a new kindergarten experience
Bye to small brown wooden desk
Welcome to gray round tables shared by five people
Everything's different, not just white walls with numbers
But orange with a bit of blue
And halls filled with kind faces,
Everyone hearing the wind ringing in their ears,
Everyone grinning at the sight of my new beginning,
Just happy to see another new face.
Everyone wearing an orange shirt,
Lots of signs on the walls saying
“Get your knowledge to get ready for college.”
Soon, smiles on everyone's faces,
Even mine seeing joy on many faces.
Getting on line to go outside, as its snowing
Everybody throwing snowballs,
I made mine with no gloves,
Carving it with my bare hands,
Trying to maneuver the flying snowballs,
It was freezing but I was having to much fun.
Soon we head inside,
Up three flights of stairs,
Looking down from the top,
Made me realize just how high up we were.
Everybody had fun, now school is almost done,
Then we're going home,
And the moon is always out,
Glowing in the deep dark sky,
Then going to sleep,
Dreaming of the days to come,
And afternoons of having fun.