Joseph Grijalva
Section: 5
Context:
I can’t remember exactly when I though of the main idea behind this poem, but it was either at Jesuit or my Middle School when the bell startled me as I walked past it. The idea probably evolved in my hind between my time at the two schools. I do remember that, when I first went to Middle School, I really hated listening to the bell. It was loud and obnoxious, and seemed to have a habit of ringing itself exactly when I walked underneath it.
The Bell
That horrible clanging bell
with its buzzing noise
begins and ends our school day hell.
Causing us to spend our time
yearning for its unearthly knell.
Where begins a perfect day
is quickly tarnished in an audible way
any hope we might have had
of the day becoming something other
than the school day bad.
Yet things are rarely so bad
s they may seem
and as we write our notes
on lengthy paper reams
we wait for the end of the day
for the buzzing sound
that sends us away.