I am meant to be inclusive
In all the teaching that I do;
I am meant to remove their barriers to learning.
I also like to think that I am good at what I do
Unfortunately I had a realisation.
When discussing some facts of sicence
Imagine my dismay
When I ask about an experience – so simple;
“Who’s been to the beach” – we live not far away.
A sea of hands shoot up with eager tales to tell
But my eye catches the one whose does not.
And I know to my core
That this child has never gone much further
Five kilometers from his door.
And I know the reason why
And I know that he probably will –
Never make it too the beach.
A deep sadness settles close to my heart
That I cannot shake.
I have – unwittingly excluded him
From the current conversation.
There is no way he can participate
I have marked this child as different
I can see it in his face
There is nothing I can do and I know I will exclude him further
For what am I to do?
There is no funding for free excursions, just so he can see
The glory of our beaches, the open expanse of the Sea
There is no funding for free excursions, just so he can feel
The hot burning sand, the salt spray, the cool water on his feet
There is no funding for free excursions, just so he can hear
The sound of crashing waves, the cries of circling gulls and the laughter of his classmates as they all explore the sea.