The discordant output of
youthful recorder players
wafts in through the open windows;
Students busily tapping keyboards
and scratching pens on paper;
Older students regretting the wasted evenings;
Others rushing to teachers’ offices
in a last minute flurry;
Teachers with stress lines etched like road maps
on their tired faces;
Tolerance rubbed thin
by demands and expectations
exams and essays;
The sun’s warmth beckons
for Summer to come quickly,
but the “to do” list is too long to notice
its invitation …
It must be “Report Writing Time”!
Report Writing Time
The discordant output of
youthful recorder players
wafts in through the open windows;
Students busily tapping keyboards
and scratching pens on paper;
Older students regretting the wasted evenings;
Others rushing to teachers’ offices
in a last minute flurry;
Teachers with stress lines etched like road maps
on their tired faces;
Tolerance rubbed thin
by demands and expectations
exams and essays;
The sun’s warmth beckons
for Summer to come quickly,
but the “to do” list is too long to notice
its invitation …
It must be “Report Writing Time”!
Categories: Education, Reflections, Teaching, Uncategorized
Tags: Education, Poem, poems, poetry
4 Comments
Travels from Ur 
Would you like me to locate the big red fail stamp for you?
Have you found it? I need it.
Love it! Oh sooooooo glad I’m retired!
One day…