Last Day of School<\/b>
\nsigh<\/i>. Where did all that time go? Now is the time of leftover school supplies coming home, of the feelings of excitement, of thinking of all the summer fun that is yet to be had, and of the buying of more wine. I’m kind of kidding about the wine. No, I’m not. Anyway, since I blogged some of my oldest son’s poetry last week, I thought that I’d share some of my 8-year-old’s, today.<\/p>\n
Yawn<\/i> <\/p>\n
Yawning, yawning,
\nyawning reminds me of many things.<\/p>\n
Wind is a symbol for another reminder
\ncalled stopping the airflow.
\nIt’s like stopping the music.<\/p>\n
When you’re in bed you’ll hear a vent
\nblow air.
\nAir is the last reminder.<\/p>\n
Oh, air, without air you couldn’t yawn.
\nAnd without yawning I wouldn’t have
\nwritten this poem.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Last Day of School sigh. Where did all that time go? Now is the time of leftover school supplies coming home, of the feelings of excitement, of thinking of all the summer fun that is yet to be had, and … Continue reading