Learning outside the school building -- a Poem for Friday Writings
A scary day that ended in
this little boy not scared at all
He wasn't scared of the mean storm
The rain, the hail, a tornado
Appeared in school uninvited
Came knocking at our only door
One room one door OSHA would care
A student's dad and he did care
The other kid in my grade's dad
Came to get we kids to the cave
Storm cave, one that gives memories
of things our teacher might not like
He quickly informed the teacher
Her first inkling of this danger
The two of them ushered the kids
We quickly went, a scary trip
The dad was letting us all look
We'd stand up the stairs in the door
He would show us the cone move
Across the landscape mile away
It passed and we played with the hail
Baseball size across our green lawn
One I chose had a dark blemish
It seemed to be a piece of junk
Looking closer I found treasure
Kids treasure, a gear from a clock
How it got there we all wondered
Been fascinated by that still
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Labels: Friday Writings, Jim Does, Jim's Life, School, Syllabic Form, Things to know, True
8 Comments:
Wow, what an experience! Such lovely things can happen in small communities where everyone knows everyone.
Interesting to be in school with siblings and cousins... a fun, warm way to grow up.... and to feel safe during hailstorms.
A scary day for a boy that ended well, not with trauma but a sense of adventure when junk was treasure.
It's amazing how innate human curiosity can sometimes overcome fear.
That would certainly be a scary experience for anyone, let alone children. Although children may be less aware of the danger and see it as more exciting! Lovely you have that photo.
That would be a treasure to show to grandchildren!
(I'm not anonymous, I'm Priscilla King.)
Scary for sure but you were very brave. Do you still have your treasure?
Debi, I do not, I don't know what happened to it. I'd love to have it now. I did make motors out of a lot of old windup alarm clocks. I have none of those either.
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