From finger paints of reds and greens, <br />To shades or yellows and blues, <br />From markers to crayons and <br />Infinite “Teacher, I love you’s”. <br /> <br />From shapes and numbers, <br />To sharing and friends, <br />From packing their own lunches, <br />Hoping the day never ends. <br /> <br />From “Teacher, come help me, ” <br />To bathroom breaks galore, <br />From music to cooties, <br />They come back for more. <br /> <br />From the joy of all of them, <br />To the eagerness to learn, <br />From loving the crafts, <br />To being nice but stern. <br /> <br />My treasures they are, <br />What joy to bear! <br />To educate so many hopefuls, <br />I can’t wait until next year!<br /><br />wild fire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-basically-a-teachers-perspective/
