Ode To A JKB Hall

Have you ever really taken time to notice carpet?
It get's stomped on, trialed on, walked on.
But do we take the time to stop and appreciat it?
Feel its texture; a smooth roughnes. Or study the stains of stories long gone;
See the individual carpet strands or how it's made of squares that fit.

Have you ever really take the time to notice ceiling?
White squares pock-marked with many little holes.
4 squars wide, 77 down the hall. 308 squares one hall is dealing.
Wow, that's a lot. And there are also many lights. And only one who cares knows.
I care, I know. There are 13 floresent lights and across the hall they are stealing. (I also counted the can lights, 46, but didn't include that in the poem)

Have you ever taken time to notice wall?
Smooth and white. Oh look over there, that half is tan....



At this point classes got out and I figured that it was a great ADD way to end the poem :)