A Colored Box of Value

Every June she tours the room with a box Finding treasures from old coins to dirty socks But the largest numbers of objects she sees Are colored markers in the desks of Room 23C Some years there are hundreds, others just fifty In either case her students are not very thrifty She wonders how rich her charges must be To abandon markers which all work wonderfully So, she gathers them in and heads out the door On a mission to surprise kids who are ever-so-poor She drives across the river to the 'wrong side' of town Where a used marker is valued, even if it's brown She thrusts the box through a window of broken glass Inside a short note: Dear Teacher, Something for your class Entry in 'Colored Memories' Poetry Contest Sponsor: Craig Cornish