School - Poem by Kathryn Kwasny
Wind blowing my hair
The feeling of content
The breeze brushing against me
The weeping willows tall yet bent
Ballerinas at a recital
Football players at a game
Lockers slamming open and shut
Cheerleading season starts again
School isn’t just a time for learning
But to chat with friends,
And to spend more time with that special person
Who’d waiting there for your arms to extend.
Teachers and principals
Counselors and janitors too.
School is here whether we want it to be or not
School is here so get a clue.
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