Weekend Poem in Your Blog Hop
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The silent school,
The shadow of the institutional structure
Dominates the still playground
And concrete parking lot.
The bell rings,
Frankenstein's jolt of electricity,
Brings it to life.
The doors fly open,
Joyful children cascade outside,
Hopping, running, skipping,
Bursting from the school
That can no longer contain them,
Bursting with joy.
The unfettered feel of freedom and play,
The important part of school,
The only part remembered when asked at night
“How was your day?”
Laughing, chatting, excited yelling
Shatter the silence.
Games are organized,
Swings are swung on,
Balls are kicked.
There is movement, energy, and joy
In being alive, being together, being free.
|My daughter after school.|
I just wrote this poem yesterday. I usually like to let them settle for a bit and come back to them, but thought I'd put this one out there anyway. It will probably evolve a bit still, but here it is. This poem is not anti school (hope it doesn't come off that way). My kids love school and I know there is lots of activity inside. But from my point of view as a parent waiting outside, I am always amazed at how kids burst out of school.
Poem and photo (c) Coreena McBurnie, 2011.