Journal #16
1/8/03
Topic: Freewrite
The
day dawns so clear and crisp.
The
sun shines so bright this morn’.
But lo
and behold, none welcome the light.
Dressing
at this hour is not the norm.
At
7:40 in the morning, all are in one place.
We
face too cheery adults and sometimes-clean floors.
There
are no giggles of happiness, only sighs of frustration.
With a depressing finality they slam shut the doors.
Writer’s Reflection:
The prompt for this journal was a
freewrite, but I was in the mood for a little poetry. The eighth of January was
a Wednesday, but it was the first day of school after winter break. I believe
that the mood of my poem was not very unique among the students that day. Many
of my friends were very unwilling to come to school that day, and some did not
come at all. This is by no means my best poem, but I was concentrating more on
putting my thoughts on paper as well as the tone.