Bated breath, early morning
Ready for a day of learning
Lunchbox packed, parent in mourning-
Out the door, lickety split,
It’s the first day- where will i sit?
Excited whispers, nervous stares
As we settle in our chairs
The teachers here- will she be nice?
The class awaits, quieter than mice
Where did summer go? We ask,
And then we focus on our task
Notebooks open, pencils scratch,
Time for recess, let’s play catch!
And the curtains close on another year,
A thousand more memories for us to hold dear