My teacher's name is Poetry
My day begins at 6:00 am whether I like it or not.
I need to brush my teeth, eat breakfast, change, and catch the bus.
An hour of commute just to get to school.
Sure, I've leanred a lot from sitting at a desk listening to lectures
all about math, science, history, and getting facts from textbooks.
Still my favorite part of the day is when I get to hold my pencil.
I look around for inspiration, observing and from my surroundings...
learning.
My teacher's name is poetry.
Now I can head home on the bus, smiling.
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