Silence, Dirt
I smell dirt, I feel the warm sun
But 20 million years ago
The water crashing, I smell the salt water
I taste the saltiness of the ocean on my tongue.
But 17 million years ago
Boiling lava burning up things it can reach
I smell the ash.
But 15,000 years ago
Ice
Still no sound
I can smell the ocean salt
In the 1800’s
Oak trees Soothing sounds
Of birds chirping The smell of
Oak Trees
Fills the air
And my nostrils.
In the 1900 to the 1999
The oak trees grows in the community
The sound of students getting teased
By fellow peers
Fills my ears
But I am feeling
Happy.
Suddenly it’s the 21st century
I am watching
One of my peers
Playing with
A tiny
Finger
Skateboard,
A lot of Nonsense stuff
Being talked about,
But the smell of
Oranges
Fills my nose, but the taste of
Sweat
From students feels my
Taste buds.
Benjamin 