Pumpkins lit and eager
In all their orange splendor
Await the happy throngs
Of little ghosts and goblins.
Brown bags in hand
Youngsters scour the neighborhood
And follow the porch lights
Hoping for goodies galore.
As the sun rises on the next day
Exhausted and dragging students
Sluggishly enter their classrooms
Coming down from last night's sugar high.
Viewing the lethargic student arrivals
Their teacher sighs softly
And rolls her eyes in resignation
Knowing the day will be lost for learning.
As the sun rises on the next day
Exhausted and dragging students
Sluggishly enter their classrooms
Coming down from last night's sugar high.
Viewing the lethargic student arrivals
Their teacher sighs softly
And rolls her eyes in resignation
Knowing the day will be lost for learning.
janice
2010
