Students sit before me
Like bored bumps apon a log.
They stare into the sky
With their minds stuck in a fog.
They look at me like I'm crazy
As I stand before the class.
While their thoughts are hazy,
I really hope they pass.
I give them numerous chances
To complete their tasks,
But they too often sit there;
Cows ruminating grass.
The year end fast approaches
And I dread the final day
When I hop into that charter
And quickly fly away.
Sadly, I will miss them.
But, I know that they will grow.
And somehow I will have helped them
more than they will know.
Author notes
A student asked me to quickly write a poem about students. So, I wrote this up very quickly to appease him. I am sure it could be better than it is, but hey, it was a quick write.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Yes, you appeased one student...
but perhaps you could work on it to make it shine?
(Spit shine in accepted!)
Don't the students deserve better?!?!
(Probably... no.)
Although... I like it how it is. (:
I'm just wondering how you'd make it better.
(hehe... hopping into a plane...) -
Why am I the first one to comment?
I love typing that when theres no comments. I like the comparison to students ,and a log.
One day I'll will find your typos.
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Yes Frank, I am sure you will find my typos. LOL.
Just so you know, the students are compared to bumps on a log.
Take care Frank. I hear you aren't feeling well today.
Light.
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