Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
Holidays are over
This is my favourite time of year
The nights are built for snuggling
The days for glorious sun.
The sun is warm yet does not burn
The skies are satisfyingly blue
Clouds rarely mar the air
And rain is never near.
I live outdoors after 9am
I ride and walk and kayak
Anything I can do to explore
The world in which I live in.
Today we road a railway track
And found ourselves in a tunnel
A cool wind blew through the curve
The ground was damp and dark
Not one bit of it, you could see
Notices announced a bat colony
Roosting above the high curved ceiling
There was nought to do but keep peddling
Dory’s song inside my head
Next time I will bring a lamp
Just so I can see what horrors I rode on.
Monday I am back at work
To long for sunshine out the windows
I wonder how many outside classes
I can get my maths students to go on!
Loved your poem! Sounds like a fun adventure! 💙
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Thanks Patty
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