I hear the teenage girls screeching
And the thwack of the ball hitting the bat,
The team cheers as she scores a rounder,
Firing up my projector and wishing
For a sunshiney afternoon on the field,
Fresh cut grass and sunglasses on
As the boys play dodgeball and someone screams
So angry that another boy cheated,
My books go out onto plastic top desks
Print out materials flutter to the floor
Catching the light and the cries of gulls,
I wish that I could be out there too
As I stack up the novels and dream
Of netball or running or a swimming pool hour
I listen intently to the PE class sounds
Outside my window on May the thirteenth.
Smelly Socks and Garden Peas
But how did the governor’s assessment go yesterday?
patientandkindlove
No news is good news as far as I am concerned!
Smelly Socks and Garden Peas
Excellent
Margot Kinberg
Yes, I’d like to know how that assessment went, too, Rachel! But, back to your poem, there is definitely an appeal to going outside and playing sports or just taking a walk, especially when the weather is good. I don’t blame you at all for feeling the lure….
patientandkindlove
I have heard nothing from the Head teacher so I am taking that as a good sign! And my classroom looks out on the courts where the kids do PE so I feel very jealous on sunny days.
clcouch123
As with snow days, teachers like going outside to play. Your poem is both lively and wistful. Just right for a summery and-or breezy day.
patientandkindlove
Outside lessons are just the best. I’m going to do reading on the field next term. I don’t even care if I get told off…