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...

2nd 


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.



7th 


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.








8th 


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 storm


The rain is the only thing—

Like hope,

               It keeps me alive.

I hear the buses arrive on the other side of the building.

Might as well be the other side of the world

Might as well

Might as well

Might as well be.

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