Summer Day
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| School by Elizabeth Albert |
The math books have melted
Into puddles of numbers.
Illegible questions drip
Down the white board.
Desks fry paper. Books lie
All over the rug, unable to stand
On their shelves. Everywhere,
Heads droop like daisies
After days and days without any rain.
And our teacher, usually so cool,
Wilts in the shade of our papier mache,
Fanning herself with poetry.
They close school early for snow,
Why won’t they do it for summer?
© 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
Good question, Liz! I’ll share your poem with my kids 🙂
Yay! I hope they enjoy it!
Love this end-of-year moment you’ve captured, especially “Wilts in the shade of our papier mache,
Fanning herself with poetry.” Lovely!
Very nice. Ohh, I remember those hot days in a desk.
“fanning herself with poetry” is my favorite line, too. Loved the surprise, felt the heat. Great poem!
It’s definitely that kind of day here! Fortunately we’re out of school, but we had plenty of wilting days first!
good point…wonderful poem!
So true, so true!!
Hi Liz, I can only echo all the affirmations cited above. School should be out early for Summer! 🙂