Second Grade

My desk, sacred – hard wood and metal in rows

Window just left – a cool frosty opaque

White light above – bright chrome with tubes that glow

The door in back – does not offer escape

The white chalk dust – trapped upon the tray

Last assignments – posted up on the wall                               

Our flag hanging – pledged by all each day

Loud commotion – from groups out in the hall                                                     

Now tough questions – answers I can only guess

I squirm in place – cold fear jabs at my heart

Avoid selection – try not to show my stress

Gaze at my feet – seeming now not so smart

I hear, very good – young man, well done, that’s right

I think, very cool – you dude, knew I was bright