A Dream of School Supplies
I had a dream of school supplies,
where paperclips could talk;
where poster paper hung around
with marking pens and chalk.
The stationery idled
while the pencils madly raced.
The clocks went 'round in circles,
and the glue sticks merely paced.
The binders were inseparable.
They bonded with the tape.
The workbooks exercised
and helped the stencils stay in shape.
Some calculators added
to the numbers in this land,
and music was provided by
a singing rubber band.
My dream was strange and truly cool,
but this was even cooler:
The dictionaries all looked up to me.
I was the ruler.
The Bells Are Ringing
by Roger J. Robicheau
The bells are ringing, to start school
Could you be thinking, it’s not cool
You want freedom, to live your way
To make each call, from day to day
The Summer passed, without those books
Why make a change, you liked the looks
Please stop and think, reach in your mind
The choice you make, could be a grind
You might end up, a lowly chump
Because you thought, you had the jump
Can you get by, on what you know?
Come on, be fair, probably no!
Look at yourself, and make the call
You better stay, your life could stall
Just work it out, make that twelfth grade
Embrace that Spring, greet your parade.
Back To School
When the summer smells like apples
and shadows feel cool
and falling leaves make dapples
of color on the pool
and wind is in the maples
and sweaters are the rule
and hazy days spell lazy ways,
it's hard to go to school.
But, I go!
I TRIED TO TEACH MY CHILD WITH BOOKS;
HE GAVE ME ONLY PUZZLED LOOKS.
I TRIED TO TEACH MY CHILD WITH WORDS;
THEY PASSED HIM BY OFTEN UNHEARD.
DESPAIRINGLY, I TURNED ASIDE;
"HOW SHALL I TEACH THIS CHILD," I CRIED?
INTO MY HAND HE PUT THE KEY,
"COME," HE SAID, "PLAY WITH ME."