The birds chirping, the flowers blooming
Nothing like April to bring more joy
The ability to laugh hysterically as the popular
Girls whine about stolen lipstick
Picnicking in the park, playing at the
Playground remembering when I was
Younger, my teacher holding me
Up while I climbed the monkey bars
Watching the other teachers shooing
Away nosy children as they have their
Grown-up talk, whispers of a
Secret crush being unraveled.

By Rita, 7th grade
[photo by thelovecrazypianist via flickr]

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.

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