This Class Room by: Joseph Edwards Poem by Joseph Edwards

Bell Rings…
Bags on hooks
I pledge allegiance to the flag…
"Good Morning Class"

This same morning…I have repeated for years
Lived in this classroom for years.

We've heard this for
Years and Years and Years
I"ve sat in this classroom and watched.

Youngsters spin past me like revolving doors.
Each year new faces, new generations learning a good teacher is friendly but firm a good teacher always supports.
Good Teachers Live in This Classroom.

This is my classroom.
Where we play games, and learn lessons. We're eating in cafeterias. Climbing on jungle gyms. Writing on blackboards. Where we teach the greatest lessons.

After a long day, I am home at night with my family.
we're eating dinner and there's silence.
Then it dawns on me. I make the next generation of good deed doers.
So that's what I make? I make children learn everyday? Well… I DON'T Want to, I can't want to ever give up.
No you can not...No,
The greatest lessons are the ones that start with you.
Because now, This is my classroom.