Poem - I Hear

I Hear

When I think of school

I hear

Students laughing and teachers talking about their day.

I hear students typing on their chromebooks and The wind blowing the trees.I hear cars going vroom vroom by the wall and the school bell ringing.And there just outside the top window

As if it had never ceased to be 

But only needed listening to

The wind swooshing.

Here is the Original poem.I have my own version.