The fourth graders
in their 10-year-old exuberance
are doing a unit on poetry.
markered on bright construction paper,
line the hall outside their classroom.
Eager words and passionate phrases
with those “strong” verbs
the teacher insists that they use.
Some, polished and proper,
some, witty and warm,
some, raw and real,
the author’s young heart pulsing through the paper.
Ice cream, puppies, horses, soccer…
subjects they know inside and out.
One boy, a shy dreamer,
questions in his slanted block letters
“When do seeds know to become trees?”
W O W.