i'm still cleaning up stuff. here's another poem i left for val at attendance time.
the clock ticks by in standard slow time
the morning hours play across the stage
and i will come to write my daily rhyme
and on this day i'll turn another page
already now the year is growing old
and snow has covered up the last green grass
and in my bones i feel the creeping cold
but for a time, i'll pause here with this class
and taking inventory, there is cheer
for each and every precious child is here.