Pregnant with Poems

A mind, a fertile field, sown with seeds of wisdom old, and Nai Talim's gentle fold. Each classroom, a blossoming tree, roots deep in Dewey's decree, branching out, a vibrant spree. Words, like raindrops, fall and fill, gaps of understanding still, with Freire's hope, a whispered thrill. Montessori's quiet, purposeful space, a womb of learning, time and grace, where children build their embrace. A symphony of voices rises, a chorus of diverse surprises, in Gardner's many hues, they thrive. The belly of education swells, with solutions, tales, and spells, for every student, every school, where all philosophies, make their cool, unfolding, potent, sweet and whole. A pregnant hush, a hopeful sigh, the future whispered from the sky, a poem written, to try.