The Stage (Near The Grotto) : Class 101 Poem by rosalinda flores rosevoc

The glitter of the soil grows perfumed grasses
and some yellow shrubs, like soft gold.

Is it a miracle of glow from heaven that in
our little ways God enfolds?
Angels and Saints watch over us and the children.

The planet rotates
We make a wish
We desire to catch something
Everything is grace

When the bell rings and our turn comes
We get inside a net
We rotate the cosmos like a top
The globe spins calmly.



Earth breathes a new day and a new afternoon,
never stopping energies from the sky
Online or Face to Face
We move.

Poems, jokes and stories to tell -
discovering new phrases and quests
Our eyes smile even with the masks
We laugh with the chirping birds in all the tasks
We are one, not isolated

I remember my primary teacher Dr. Sugue
Who makes me explain every word
With big flowers on her hair and her red lips
She recites like a fairy godmother.

Now, I tell the kids you can call me Peppa,
but not Godzilla
And they tell me, you can crush a mountain, Teacher,
Even when you stay on top alone.


Many things happen if you understand the word
The language of weather, the words in the newspapers
Explain the journey of the word
Words give tasks to do
And a smile for, you, too.
I advise, "Read and explain."
Next, a certain reassurance
We pray.