Whispers in the dark

Sitting in the gallery
Studying my many books
Desperately trying to remember
Hydraulics equations with a hook

It's worse with geotechnics
So many tricky words to learn
It's really interesting but
My mind is starting to churn

Then, just as it starts to make sense
I hear a voice so loud
Where is it coming from?
It sounds like I'm in a crowd

This is a library
I came here for the quiet
Why is someone shouting?
Is there, outside, a riot?

No, it's just a whisper
Someone on the other side
I'm in the whispering gallery
Manchester library's great pride

Of course I'm now distracted
From my studies of the day
I think I'll keep on listening
Eaves dropping on what they say

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The photo was the image provided this week by The Mag.  It's the central library in Manchester and the poem is the tale of one day before my final university exams when I was surprised by a loud noise in the whispering gallery.  Good memories, now the exams are long gone.