When I enter room 57When i enter room 57Paige SharpWhen I enter room 57I know that it's not just another door opened;It's another world.A world where writers can writeWhere readers can readAnd everyone get along just fine and well.Thinkers can thinkSpeakers can speakAnd more ideas flood our imagination.The books and novelsThat we read, however,Are a new world entirely.We get deeply lost in that world;A world where everything and anything's possible.But then again, I shouldn't moan. This world is all I need.Nothing changesBut our minds grow.Grow with more knowledge and more understanding.People inspire me, every day.
The Poem of the GardensThe Poem of the GardensPaige SharpIt's a sunny day, and we're all outsideNo-one else. Just us; the girls from year 9 top set English.The grass has recently been cut,The clouds have recently been formedAnd my mind is awake more than ever.I can even smell the greenness of the grass,And taste the marshmallow-like clouds.I know there is a bigger world; inside my head.It's quiet except from us, andI can hear the world breathing.I can feel her warmth around me.The sun, she's shining brighter now,And the air has turned to perfume.Us girls, will be girls wherever we are.I don't try and hear them and their stories.