Outdoor Classroom

Jump, thump, six graders jump from stone to pebbly stone. Chirp chirp the robin flies Across the sky alone. Crunch chunch the graveled feet, Sh. . . shoo, a breathy whisper, Hard, cold bench for a seat, Rough wood, perhaps a splinter. Puh, puh, puh, a boy spitting, Mosquito slap A girl is hitting. Scarlet leaves on willowly stem Dance in the crisp fall air. I hear a chuckle. Is it he Playing over there? The last bright orange, Autumn mums Await their yearly demise. A glance at my watch. Oh, no, it’s time, I’m thinking as I rise. Fall day, sublime God’s perfection. What a task to study! Until next time, We’ll have to leave Renewed, refreshed, unhurried. ~ Judy Bausch