What am I?

What am I?

A Poem by TheCreativeNerd

I use to have bells every hour or so,

About 30 to 40 kids in a room,

Less ground to cover,

And less parking space.


But what stayed the same:

Is the adults who teach,

The students who learn,

And not enough parking spaces for everyone.


Now I have no bells,

Parking all around me,

A parking structure,

Beautiful trees and perfect grass,

And so much more students learning in me.


What am I?

© 2017 TheCreativeNerd


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Added on November 22, 2017
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