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