Tick Tock Sounds the Clock

Fog scattering on the streets,
The sun peeking up from under.
The London Bridge, with the moon
Retreating away until night.

The sun rises in the east,
Bringing with it the warmth of the day.
Boots clicking on the cobblestone,
Preparing to begin work soon.

The bells of the Big Ben chime,
Signaling afternoon tea to start.
The sun is high in the sky,
The pale white clouds sparkling.

The Thames still busy as ever,
As many prepare for dinner.
The smell of fish and chips in the wind,
The sun tilting towards the west.

A chill begins to set in the air,
Hooves clip clop on the brick.
Young children softly snoring,
Stars emerging from the night.

The big and small hands of the clock,
Almost reaching the twelve.
Navy blue dominates the sky,
The moon almost reaching the center.

The moon has touched the stars and
The center point of the sky.
Not a noise is being made,
With all asleep, waiting for morrow.


Norah K. is a 7th grade writer in the Mitchell Middle School.