Education ain’t Poetry
Because it’s about money, politics, agendas
Poetry just lays in the sun half-turning itself when it wants
Education requires schedules, busses, and clocks
Poetry measures time in the slow inches of rainwater caught in a bucket
Education screams “Crisis!” “Reform!” “Crisis!”
Poetry whispers purple and blue syllables heard by owls
Education craves data, imbibing; spitting it out in triplicate
Poetry rests under the kitchen table at Grandma’s house noticing dust
Education is about children, the future, the fate of our nation
Poetry is the sound of the last snowflake striking the ground before Spring
Education is concerned with scores, grades, rankings
Poetry hides in a swamp breathing through a single reed
Education enables the young to go on in life, have meaningful lives, contribute to society
Poetry occasionally slides off a bookshelf exclaiming “Wheeeeee” while the librarian fingers “Shhhhhhh.”
submitted by my friend: mitch foster
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