Journey to unfold, a colorful classroom,
In a sandbox full of sand.
sleeping mats, milk and cookies too.
After nap on a mat as. we were told.to do,
In a playful mood, only a child would know.
our teacher as a mother hen, gets all our
attention, now and then, as we feel safe in
her custody.
On the wall, colorful pictures, tacked,
skillfully, depicting the alphabet, a to z,
Also numbering 1 to 10, In her classroom you
always knew what to do.
Highland Elementary School.
Oakland, California
2004
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