The Room in the Annex

While in the semi-darkness here I sit,
With tired gifted children, I do wait
To start upon my journey in a bit
Across the campus, fast, lest I be late.

One boy has twitchy foot and plays with cards
Most brains aren't working fast, but not yet slow.
They sit around and tinker like some bards
Preparing for that evening's tuneful show.

The silence of the room is somewhat dull
As no one seems to have desire to speak.
I know the sound well; it is not a lull,
The kids are ever quiet, rare a squeak.

I dare not hum lest I be called an ass,
Must wait to sing till I'm on my way to class.

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The first sonnet I ever wrote. Looks at it fondly I took a summer challenge-gifted-kids course at a university (my subject was Shakespeare's comedies), and the place for the kids to be before and after class was this room in one of the many annexes. In the morning, the room got quieter as more kids arrived, instead of louder as I might have suspected. We were all being very respectful of each other's ears, I think.

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