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Erin Martin Poem
The shuffling of feet scattered in the hallways,
Wooden and metal desk and yellow pencil shavings,
The bell sounds when each class ends
I hear laughter,
I see unfamiliar faces all around me
The smell of paper fills the hallways
Thinking,
Learning,
Focusing
Piles of paper work lie upon the teachers desk.
Have some empathy,
Use a bit of humor,
Stir in the patience,
And look forward to your day.
Teaching may start out like a little girl playing school with stuffed animals. Her students are
birds learning to fly high to the clouds.
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Erin Martin Poem
Saddness is a sloth
Moping around all day
Moving slowly through the trees
Sticking to whatever they see
Sadness is soundless
It does not speak
Scared and shy
No feeling at all
No colors reflect
Plain and boring
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Erin Martin Poem
My friends,
They don't stop talking
On and on it goes
To keep hearing their voice
Until our friendship grows
As our emotions start to expand,
To lend a helping hand
The words I keep on hearing
It's hard for me to stand
The actions that take place
The caring
The helping
And loving
Your words are for our friendship
That is ours to hold
In our hearts forever
Our friendship is turning to gold
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Erin Martin Poem
It's when your mind is racing
It's when your thoughts contrast
It's when your spinning on a Merry-Go-Round
Nothing seems to last
Spinning round and round
The thoughts begin to rise
The wind brushing on your face
My mind
It carries no lies
As I start to fly faster
Around and around it goes
My mind starts to shut down
It's like my brain has froze
Starting to go blank
I see blurs of brown and gold
This is the end for me
I am Gods to hold
Copyright © Erin Martin | Year Posted 2010
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