The Sound Collector
A ghost called this morning
At Servite School today
Put every sound into a box
And robbed them away
The chattering of the children
The crunching of the paper
The squeaking of the pen
The explaining of the teacher
The screaming of the child
The beeping of the bakes
When children misbehave
The shouting Miss makes
The stomping of the ceiling
The zipping of the blinds
The talking of the children
They may change their minds
The stomping of the feet
The ringing of the bell
The speaking of the teacher
The fact the children tell
A ghost called this morning
He didn't leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same