My Imagery Poem

This is the assignment that we were given on Thursday. Even though it's due Tuesday, I am definitely not a procrastinator. So, here it is....

7th Period

Sitting in this same old room,
With the same old sound,
Nothing but silence,
Besides kids talking around,
Can taste nothing but air,
And the odor of the markers,
Along with that stale smell,
While hearing the midday walkers,
Feel the hot air of the room,
Along with the open, cool, air that blows,
From the newly opened window,
Staring at the notes ahead of me, that are shown,
Why do the desks have to be so close?
Watch the papers start to move,
Waiting for the time to change,
This period can't end too soon,
Then you get a whiff of clean air,
Right before the class is at end,
Hear the chatting of those in the room,
Can't wait to leave sometimes,
Just tell me when.

In a little while I should have a few more posts up of poems, because I haven't kept on top of them for a while.