Back To Reality Poem by Chanel Jackson

A warm feeling passes over me
As I close my eyes and smile.
The prickly grass tickles my legs
As the wind blows through its mysterious
Little green blades of forest underneath
And the trees whisper unknown secrets
Of Mother Earth while providing comfort of shade
and home to the birds of melodious song
The sweet smell of flowers
and the sound of the swiftly moving creek
trickles its way around the reserve
bringing a serene blanket of drowsiness over my eyes.
Bees busily making their sugary sweet
Their buzz increases in sound
From soothing hum
To a droning mumble
An annoying buzz
The screeching voice of Ms. What’s-her-face
“WAKE UP! THERE’S NO SLEEPING IN MY CLASS! ”