I miss seeing students in the crowded hall.
Longing for football games in the fall.
Passion and enthusiasm to make an impact.
Patience to keep my sanity intact.
Working the lessons; loving to teach.
Seeing the students I’m hoping to reach.
Summer break comes and it’s much anticipated.
However, it can be hot and a little overrated.
I’ll enjoy the beach and do other summertime things.
But I’ll be excited when that first school bell rings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem