Our Noisy Poems

Today 3G wrote some poems based on the poem ‘The Sound Collector’ .

 

A stranger called this morning

Dressed in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away.

 

The screaming when it is the fire bell

The twisting the door lock

The shouting of the children

The ticking off the clock

 

The flicking of the paper

The writing with the pencil

The kicking of the football is

The scraping of the stencil

 

A stranger called this morning

He didn’t leave his name

Left us only silence

Life will never be the same.

By Anthoun

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