Friday, April 10, 2009

Poems about Students

For Summer
I hear the chant, "I like Fridays."
Over
and
over.

Whispers and talking
to avoid the task
at
hand.

Fascination and laughter
of a life, I call my own.
Why can't I be interesting too?



For Trever
Food, food, food
on my mind.

Thinking of what is to come.
Popcorn,
apples,
pears,
egg,
juice,
granola bar,
fruit roll up....

How will I ever decide?
I may need to think some more.

For All Kids
Eyes following me
as I walk across the room

Eyes avoiding me
as I try to stare them down

Eyes watching me
as I sneeze
repeatedly.

Eyes sneaking glances
and secrets across the room.

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