An overdue poem... Mysterious Poet No.5

The school life and a quiet observation

In the little corner,
The still air hangs
Heated with the seasons,
relaxed and a mess.

In that little corner.
I could hear the voices.
loud, soft, indistinguishable.
a low treble tone, a pitched melody resounds.

Melting in, mixing together,
The roar was deafening, yet soft.
In the isolated corner,
where dusty pictures hung,
with dirty benches and not much people around.

Yet in the calm,
there was a sense of chaos,
scraping of chairs and the teacher's shouts,
It was a balance,
a scale - without sound.

It invokes a sense of thoughtfulness,
Even a reluctant curiosity,
As I stare across to the other end,
I saw life around me.

The inquisitive looks, I smile;
were from people all around,
Yes, I was just a lone girl sitting about,
But I knew it was just curiosity,
we all had it - oh well.

The crackling of papers interrupted my thoughts,
As the snuffling of shoes caught my attention,
A flow, a rush,
a flood of students,
The disturbance, the chaos
It was one I would remember.

Upon occasion I witness
disruptive disbehaviour,
A normal occurance to me,
one I, well, hold dear.

It was school life,
present in everyone's memories,
That was part of the charm,
A doorway as always.