A stranger called this morning,Dressed all in black and grey,
Put every sound into a bag,
And carried them away.
The chattering of the children,
The turning of the pages,
The cutting of the scissors,
And the zipping of the pencil cases.
The crunching of the crisps,
The slurping of the juice,
The turning of the skipping rope,
And the children running loose.
A stranger called this morning,
He didn’t leave his name,
Left us only silence,
Life will never be the same.
By Jamie Stewart, Alisha Paul, Reece Miller
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