Poem - I Hear

I hear...

When I think of school 

I hear

My friends talking, 

people typing on their chrome books.

School bells ringing, 

Instructors telling my mates what to do, 

Chromebooks playing music. 

People laughing, teachers shouting,

Classmates yelling “let's goooooo” like they achieved something.

And there, just outside the top window 

As if it had never ceased to be. 

But only needed listening to 

A silent class doing read theory for twenty minutes, floating free.

Here is the original poem. I have written my own version.