Monday, March 2, 2015

He Runs



School bell rings
     as I pull up to the curb.
Backpack grabbed,
    he scurries out the door and
He runs.

Early, late, or right on time,
    it's always the same.
Walking just isn't an option.

His feet pound, pound, pound
     across sidewalks and grass,
Speeding toward the day that awaits him.
He hurries onward,
    turns the corner, and
He is gone.

Oh, to start each day with such intense enthusiasm,
      eager to see what the day holds in store!
I linger a moment longer,
     gazing longingly at where he has just been
And contemplate how much there is to learn
     from a child.
Then,
I steer the car away from the curb,
     speeding toward the day that awaits me.

And in my mind,
     I run.

14 comments:

  1. Oh, this made me catch my breathe at the end. This a beautiful love poem. Please write more!

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  2. Amanda, in this poem you captured twin images of a child's head long rush into the day as well as the rush we unwillingly commit to each work day.More power to you for embracing poetry to craft your image.

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  3. Amanda, in this poem you captured twin images of a child's head long rush into the day as well as the rush we unwillingly commit to each work day.More power to you for embracing poetry to craft your image.

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  4. I love your poem! And I love welcoming all my little kinders who come pound, pound, pounding into school.

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  5. I love the passionate tone in your poem - learning trumps all. Your final line, "And in my mind/I run" resonated with me. You are obviously an educator that remains passionate about learning. Lucky students!

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  6. Love how your love comes through...

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  7. I love the repetition of the word pound and also the idea that he is speeding towards his day and you then speed towards yours.

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  8. I love the repetition of the word pound and also the idea that he is speeding towards his day and you then speed towards yours.

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  9. Yes. Imagining waking up running.

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  10. Oh man, I love! The verbs. The way the language created the appearance and the disappearance and the lessons in each of his steps. Fabulous. Thank you for sharing.

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  11. This poem perfectly captures the contrast between what it means for a child to run versus an adult, while tying the two together with beautiful language. Great piece of work!

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  12. This poem perfectly captures the contrast between what it means for a child to run versus an adult, while tying the two together with beautiful language. Great piece of work!

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  13. The ending surprised me a little, in a good way! I sort of had in my own mind this week the idea of how I sometimes feel like hiding from the day. . . I like your image of the child within you much better! :)

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  14. Yes! I see myself in this poem too. I love the idea of taking a moment to linger on your son, and then race on off to your day.

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