Writing Poems With My Classes Outside in the Sun
It may have been the last of the last of the last of my teaching days... 2 nd It just smells fresh Sunny and windy Planting: seeds sprouting up from the topsoil Cool breeze— And in the middle In any order Is a Church with a white light Then I felt the Sun It’s all very sweet like Perfume: Today. 7 th Outside Walking There are hardly any trees Ordinary, Like the kid you see gaping. Funny how he Looks like a calm sleeping lion Now The sky goes from a darker blue to light An airplane passes tilting Reminds me of two friends Slightly slanted, Rocking like a paper cup in a tempting breeze— Calm, relaxing and free Like the ocean. 8 th Sitting here on the edge Of a corn field I see shapes, Birds chase each other Into the bright sunny day Nearby Is a road Cars speeding, raising clouds Like a ball of fire Through the dusty line And I can’t help but to wonder about the barn Leaning into a midday shadow Thirsty— As I gaze out into the dry soil I stand silent waiting for the stor