The sound of the mourning dove The feeling of spring morning With dew on the grass. There’s a cool wind That compliments the warm morning air. Walking to my mom’s car And her driving to the bus stop. The screeching of the wheels as it stops The woosh of the doors opening followed The volume quickly increased as more kids got on. And it was swiftly taken care of by Cindy yelling to quiet down. Piling into the school And walking to class As the kids in the hall slowly dispersed into classrooms. Friends chatting about And messing with each other Ms.Horner hands out the morning work after the announcements On the choppy speakers. I can remember the sounds way to familiarly I can recall details some might not be able to I miss that school And the memories that I had in it With all my friends Some I still talk to But others not so much. Oh, What I’d give to be a kid again.