It’s a dreary sort of day
A bird chirps in a tree
A car drives up the road
And I wish I could be free.
Life feels like a prison
With every day the same,
I do not forfil my dreams
Instead I follow a trodden path
Of shoulds and can’s and can’ts.
Should is quite frankly boring
And can and can’t are overrated
I’d really love to fly
To not turn up to work one day
And not give a reason why
I’d love to say no to bills
And eat Pizza breakfast, lunch and tea
I’d love to quit my job
Although I like it fine
I just want to be riducolous
And see if I could survive
To throw in all that security
And set off for worlds unfound
To have nothing more than a backpack
Laptop, and money galore
Perhaps that’s why I haven’t
Ever taken the plunge
I do not have the bank balance
To simply have that much fun.
Nature, at it’s best
Created stone and wood
Two completely different items
Yet similar patterns, there is no doubt.
Waves of lines
Bedding planes
Versus
Growth rings
And wood grains
Mimicking each other
Colours in light to dark
The beauty of our natural world
Really is quite stark
Take away the dirt and bark
Get to the hidden depths
And Wood verse Stone
I could not choose
Fast compared to slow
Nature’s polar opposites.
Grammerly, a writer’s love
I love the tool
I am such a grammer fool
What would we do without these loves
These spelling checkers and comma doves
I use the beast and hope it’s right
I do not know ; vs ,
I do not know my i’s and t’s
I do not know my 1 2 3’s
I use these tools and love them so
What would I have done
Before, I do not know.
A hazy cloudy afternoon
The eyes are drooping
It’ll be bedtime, not a moment too soon.
Children playing
A world awaits
The mind explodes
Or the eyes close
A quiet spot
A laptop plugged in
An open WORD document
Just waiting to begin
The perfect moment
To get in and get to it
Reluctance needs banishment
The poet in me knows it.
A thousand things
To be done this afternoon
But none are pressing
None needing to be done soon.
I oft complain about having no time to write
So why when I have it, do I put up a fight?
I am often asking questions
And I think the reason why
Is so many parts of life
Just seem to pass me by.
If the world was just about numbers
So much more I would understand
If there were less variants in emotions
I’d really be quite glad.
I do not often socialise
In the hours after work
And the first few days of holidays
Social things I do avidly shirk.
My head is full of questions
Of what and how to behave
Of how to read the unances of people
Extroverted, bold and brave.
I’d rather sit in the corner
And watch the world go by
Just leave me to my questions
The answers I’ve yet to find.
I lay down on the bed one day
A lovely winter weekend
And took the opportunity
Just lay and let the world wash by
But much to my housewifely horror
The fan blades I did notice
And a year’s worth of collected dust
Hung down like waving monsters.
I now work in SEU
Special Education Unit
I am surprised to find myself
Immersed in this type of education
A student teacher I once was
My career path quite predictive
A few years as a classroom grunt
Then launched into Head of Department
A few years later I’d take the plunge
Into Administration
Alas a few weeks at a school
Had me concerned for the future
Deputy and Principalship
I did not want
I’d stick to pure education.
Ten years later
Classroom time is fun
But I am so over all the marking
An opportunity did pop up
In Special Education
Not once in any of my careers
Did I concider SEU an occupation –
For me.
One week in, I was in love
With this most interesting educational aspect.
And now I don’t have so much marking to do
Daily challenges and parent contacts
I quite happily sit an plot a new path
Sometime in the future
Head of Special Education 🙂
Schools are such busy places
Even before the kids arrive
Teachers must prep and plan
Teachers must socialise
The greet “Good Morn”
The forgotten changes of plan
The unexpected fire drills
The student found dramas
The failing IT
Schools are such busy places to be
Lunch times are such a rush
There’s play ground duty
Detentions too
Your job list to get through
And don’t forget to go to the loo
Sometimes I find myself slipping out
And doing the anti-social
I find myself leaving lunch
Much sooner than I planned too
I slip unnoticed into my space
My Learning Goal I put in place
I write the todo list on the board
And then I sit and stay there
I breathe in deep
A few times more and just
Enjoy my empty classroom.
The mornings are getting darker now
I really don’t want to wake;
In the dark dawn hours
I much prefer to sleep.
Alas there is this thing called work
It is not based on sunshine.
The school bell rings at 8:30am
I have to have time to prep
I live a fair way away from work
There simply are no options
Thus dark dawn hours are closing in
And Winter’s chill is creeping
It’ll be a few months of rising up
In dark and cold conditions
Conversly becasue I am perverse
I much more enjoy my sleep ins
Listening to the world awake
At 6 is much more reasonable
Than summer time when birds waking up
Slip back to 4am.
So whilst the Monday to Friday dawn
Is not the one I am liking,
Weekend wakes
Dark dawn hours
Smiles will light across my face.
Parent teacher interviews
Drive fear into my heart
I have to work all day
Then at night the true work starts
I prep and plan and find kids work
I print out my appointment list
I fill up on trusty H20
To lubricate my throat
And then the doors all open up
And I am a seated teacher, ready to go
My first parent is great
I’m talking fine
They are happy to
“Great Kid” I say as they depart
Another waiting parent,
Pops into the vacated seat.
Dinner time comes
About two hours later
And I find I have a problem.
I do not want to eat the fare,
I do not want to talk.
I’ve talked all day,
And all night long,
I’ve still got an hour to go,
It’s now that I sent up a prayer
“Please God, don’t let my jaw fall off”.
