Tag: Poetry

Endless questions

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…

On Dust monsters

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…

An unexpected fork

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…

Communing with my classroom

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…

Dark Dawn Hours

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…

Talking too much!

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…

Entitled

We talk so much about entitled Our entitled youth, No need to work, No need to learn, Life is a smorgasboard of offers. There is choice in what they study There is choice in if they work Each night and morn there is food…

The power of good music

A jaunty tune lifts the mood from glum and sad to fun. A mellow sound a slice of Jazz Brass sounds bright Sax played right. The tinkle of a picollo The sound of ivory playing A happy little triangle A snare softly snaring The…

Visitors

I have a visitor today I really do feel quite sorry For busy is a busy does And we can’t be more busy than today. We’ve study, shopping, picking up kids Cooking, baking and back to school Exams are coming up for the students…

Nanna

An old woman lies waiting Waiting for death Her mind gone before her Her body is left. She functions each day Repetition gets her through She repeats each cycle There is naught left to do. Eventually her body Will catch up with her mind…