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Stomping tiny feet across the large school yard
Football and tetherball games, never seem hard
Swings and slides occupied entirely at full capacity
Enormous vibrant energy, some quiet some witty

Always in need of a pass; for this and for that
He took my purple book bag, she took my cool hat
Faces full of shining light, yet some full of suffering
Trying to simply “fit in”, trying to be something

All different shapes and sizes with huge attitudes to show
Watching our future observantly as I watch our future grow
Some mischievously defiant, some a perfect behavior displayed
Waiting for the very last bell to ring while standing at parade

Counting down the time until I let my whistle blow
Racing running rapidly, the moment’s soon they know
Watching my every move, their eyes fixed upon to me
Waiting for an action on a playground festive spree

Our children are our future and I can see it in their eyes
With every passing child I meet, I know the answer why
I never really realized it until the moment I started to teach
The world is at their fingertips, as far as they can reach

© Stacy Lynn Stiles

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