A School Day

A school day- by Anabella Saal I’m falling asleep, I take my learning slow. I close my fate in what I do not hear. I learn by calling up those who know. We complain and think, “What is there left to know?” I hear my knowledge enter and exit from ear to ear. I fall asleep, and take my learning slow. Of those questions in front of me, what are your answers? God curse the Clock! I shall write quickly then, And pass by guessing responses that I do not know. Light is faster than Sound; but who can tell us why? sleepy students, climb unending stairs; I fall asleep, and take my learning slow. Even a great teacher has another thing to assign To you and me; so breathe the last of the outdoor air, And, scholar, learn to work indoors. This fearful shaking makes me sweaty. I should know. Although halls lead away from here always, and are near, I still fall asleep, and take my learning slow. I survive by calling those I know will know.