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