Playground Festive Spree

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