Twas the Week Before Summer

Twas the week before summer
And all through the school
The students and teachers
Were starting to drool

The children were scattered
They couldn’t attend
To anything at all
That their teachers said

The teachers were Jonesing
It hurt when they’d think
All they could think of
Was tall frosty drinks

The principal was closed
In his office so messy
Hiding from parents
Who were getting quite testy

But the teachers who’d been teaching
For many long years
Danced and twirled down the hallways
All laughter and tears

These wise souls knew something
That made them so happy
They were retiring soon
And were getting quite sappy

But the rest of the bunch
I’m sorry to say
Were frazzled and goofy
During these last school year days

Little Peter in his Sketchers
And Sue in her Keds
Were bouncing off walls
Without all their meds

The behavioral kids
Were more stubborn than ever
Rolling their eyes
Declaring, “Whatever!”

Justine was emotional
Philip was sleepy
RayAnn was giddy
Georgio was weepy

In the midst of this chaos
So noisy and ruckus
Were the teachers with no time
To sit down on their tuckus

They were cleaning and grading
And wiping off tears
One eighty days of hard work
Summing up the long year

They’d crafted their lessons
And given their tests
They’d worked dawn till dusk
Without taking a rest

They’d fought for their students
For that which was right
And then been belittled
For fighting that fight

They’d payed out of pocket
For supplies and for treats
They knew what love was
Cherishing each of their sweets

Watching the news
Was depressing at best
They knew they’d be judged
By the scores on one test

Yet despite the attacks,
The drama, the tears,
These teachers kept going
For months turned to years

Devoted to teaching
Each child in the class
The teachers refused
So sit back and relax

And now at the end
Of another long year
Only one week to go
And what do we hear?

We hear laughter resounding
Down each of the halls
The teachers still teaching
One more lesson to all

About what it is
To be full of hope,
Tender in trial,
And to gracefully cope

And so they’ll exclaim
As kids run down the hall,
“Billy, I’ve told you a million times,
You’re going to fall!”

© Dulcinea 2010. All rights reserved.

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